Better Late than Never

At 3:23pm, being somewhat curious as to the results of a CT scan of my chest, I sent the following request:

Dr. B,

I had the blood work and CT scan of my chest today. I know you're in
surgery. If you receive the results and could just email them if you
don't have time to talk, I'd be happy to discuss them later at your
convenience. Ashley and I are both eagerly awaiting the results.

Thank you,
CP

Before going to bed a little after midnight, I checked my voicemail and email one last time to find this:

Clyde,

No new nodules are seen on the chest CT. The tiny nodules that we had previously seen are unchanged. There is some normal postoperative change related to your recent surgery.
This is great news!
Sorry I am getting back to you so late.

B


This is great news indeed. The results couldn't have been better and I'm extremely excited to see my doctor’s enthusiasm. He shares our desire to succeed as well as most everyone’s confusion of whether to call me CP or Clyde. I'm eager to continue this positive momentum. Thank you for all your love and support, including both thoughtful gifts and correspondence.

I'm seriously falling asleep at the computer, holding one eye closed to read the screen and keys. As of tomorrow I'll pretty much limit my blogging whiplash sessions to the "Lost in Transition" post. Things should get interesting when I cut my oxycontin dose in half to 40mg (which is one third of my original dosage).

What a joyful relief!

CP (or Clyde)