Hope, it is alive.
The test result was a negative! We spent 10 days from hell due to an idiot doctor who talks out of his ass. Once you patch up my ulcer, you wipe the effects anxiety has had on me, I must say the elation that followed hearing the biopsy was a negative was almost worth it. Yesterday was phenomenal. Ben met me for lunch in the center, we had some delicious (and oddly affordable) kaiten sushi and we headed over to my mom’s. I have said this already, but having the two loves of my life together in the same place is the awesomest. Then we went back home, played some hardcore WoW and headed out to Trastevere around 9.30 where we met up with Cara and had some delicious pizza (I am so addicted to this pizza). And then I passed out, because it was an intense week and my sleep had been somewhat troubled.
I am so happy about these results for so many reasons. One of them is that we needed this burst of hope. And we got it! I have thanked all the astral beings and in-flesh beings that have wished us well. A special shout out to you (and you know who you are!).
On this Saturday I foresee much nothingness and that couldn’t make me happier. We’re having dinner at my uncle’s and then maybe heading to the Auditorium to see if we can get an earful of Sigur Ros. I yearn for a shower, some knitting and lots of watermelon. There’s a breeze in Rome today and that is just the cherry on top of this fabulous weekend.
