Good News Friday

These days doctors appointments are like buses, you wait ages for one and then two come along at once. This week I had double trouble with the follow up for the  hand surgeon and  my six monthly visit to the Endo.

It was thumbs up at the hand surgeon. She’s so pleased with my thumb that I don’t need to see her again until I want the other thumb done. If that’s the case, then I’d rather not see her again, if she doesn’t mind! I left her some fudge and she left me with a thumb that no longer triggers. Win, win!

Visiting the Endo, nice as she is, always makes me a little uneasy. I don’t spend the six months between appointments plutzing or anything, but once the blood is drawn, I start gearing myself up for the news. I’m very que sera, que sera these days, what bothers me so much isn’t whether it’s good or bad, it’s just the not knowing. I can hardly bear it. The suspense will surely kill me before the Cancer!

Waiting for news of  this nature is like having a big zit. Once the blood is taken, the suspense takes hold, and grows and grows and grows. It all comes to a head on appointment day. Twiddling (triggerless!) thumbs in the waiting room is like the big squeeze and then  breaking the news is like bursting said spot. Immediately after the spot has popped, there’s nothing to show for it except a little red mark, same thing with the Endo, nothing to show for it except a big sigh of relief.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Waiting is the worst bit!  Anyways it turns out my thyroid levels are “normal” (whatever that is,) I’ve gained more weight and my antibodies are coming down, down, down. Man, I think I have about a hundred and something now. Waiting for the antibodies to go down is like waiting for paint to dry. Only paint dries quicker. Yawn. It’s just another exercise in patience. Those antibodies will go, I know… eventually.

However, the doctor said she was, and I quote “very pleased” with me (and not  just because I gave her some Christmas fudge!) which is just about as good a message as you can get from your doctor, especially at Christmas. It may not come gift wrapped or with a bow but it’s the best gift I am getting for Christmas this year!

I have a 6 month reprieve and  booked my next appointment for Friday 13th. I will try not to let my superstitions get the better of me and instead revel in the fact that for the first time in 3 years I don’t have to get radioactive. This time round a simple blood test and ultrasound will suffice! Hurrah!

That day became Good News Friday which we celebrated with some good drinks and a good dinner. After a couple of glasses, I made a new motto “No troubles, only bubbles!”


It was twilight when we walked home. The colours in the sky were amazing. I looked up and saw the most perfect crescent moon and the biggest, brightest star I have ever seen. Look!

“First star, I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, to have this wish, I wish tonight.”


Have you had a good news week?  What are you wishing for?