Dr. of Good News

Hooray for good reports! Yes -- mine was a good one. "I'm happy with how this looks. It seems to be healing well. Time to start getting aggressive with your stretches." "It's going to take a long time-- I'll probably be telling you that at every visit just so you remember -- but so far so good."

Excitedly I ventured forth a question. "My daughter plays in an international competition in California at the end of May. What do you think? Is there any possibility that I could be ready to go?"

"Why are you asking me? You will go, even if I say no. I have a mother. I know how these things are. How could you not be there?"

I smiled and mentioned that it wasn't a given, but if he thought it was possible . . .

Then the trip to Spain next week was discussed. He wondered why Rick was going. This led to good conversation.

As we were concluding the visit, he smiled his mischievous smile (he has a very little boyish look about him) and let us know that "far be it from me to tell you not to go to Spain. I am not saying you can't." Now, he wasn't recommending anything one way or another, but he definitely wanted to open up the possibility. He knew he was opening a can of worms for us to sort out and he chuckled at the prospect, saying, as he sauntered from the room that he hoped he hadn't started any kind of a row between us. We smiled.

Wow!!

Now, I'm not ready to jump at the opportunity. I haven't been on crutches much at all for three weeks. I will need to test my strength and determination. And you can be sure I will do just that! Who knows, we may determine that I can handle it after all! If not I will still be making great progress -- "aggressive work" as he would say.

So today I like doctors. After all, he gave me good news. Now to see him receive the truly Good News. That is the real goal.

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