Just over a month ago, I wrote about a mix-up with hospital appointments that would mean waiting until July for mammogram results, and what I did about it (after a kick up the backside from many of you, for which I thank you).
Well, I got a letter from the hospital with the results. In an admirably direct cut-to-the-chase first sentence, it reads:
I am pleased to inform you that your recent breast x-rays revealed no sign of cancer.
Life is bringing me so many opportunities to grin and leap and dance at the moment that I’m beginning to wonder whether it wants me to join the circus.
(After I’ve written my novels, of course.)