First comes the bad news:
I’ve been painting my daughters kitchen and will have to finish it off tomorrow.
Then comes the really, really, really,really GOOD news.
My son was diagnosed with cancer of the Thyroid eighteen months ago.
He has had two courses of radiotherapy since then. Today he went for a scan to see if the cancerous cells were still in evidence.
He has now been declared cancer free.
The law of unintended consequences will probably kick in though. He’s celebrating in the pub at this moment. I’m dreading the phone call in the early hours telling me that he staggered off the pavement into the path of a truck.