Good News

It's about time, isn't it?

No urology surgery, for now, anyway. Chances are good that Q will grow right out of retractile testes, and the hydroceles seem to be resolving.

I'd hate to overstate it, but. . .

WAHOO!!!!

(Ahem.)

And on the "other front," according to my representation and her office, the other person retained seems to be quite reasonable and level-headed, so perhaps certain aspects of life will pass with less strain. Could I be more vague? Well yes I could. I'll just say that while I'm not holding my breath for things to turn all rosy or for (say) cherubs and rainbows to start popping out of canopic jars, I'm relieved at the notion that the hyperbole will likely ease up. I kind of don't have the time (or frankly the emotional capacity) for nonsense. Nope. I checked my schedule. It's pretty full.

So. Wow. I'm pretty happy about how the day has gone. Nothing earth shattering nor any gigantic resolution, but Q doesn't need to have surgery for this. Awesome.

I've done my Q exercises--using him as my "weight." I've nursed him, dosed him, tucked him in. The other kids are read to, prayed with, tucked in and wiped out from the birthday sleepover last night which followed our visit to the water. Perhaps I will dream for clarity tonight and it will come to me why I can't get blogger to post pictures. Argh. I have some really nice ones and I bet you'd think they're neat. Now it's just teasing isn't it?

Yeah. So have a good sleep or breakfast, whatever. Thanks for the hugs, the prayers, and for happy dancing with me.

Hal-le-lu-jah. And the people said?