A good report

I guess that exciting, terribly creative headline says it all, huh? We visited our oncologist yesterday and got a perfect report. Gunter's PET scan was clean as a whistle, and Dr. D said he had the healthiest blood he had seen all day. Gunter's itching has settled down, and Dr. D said his soreness was probably the result of some nerve damage caused by chemo. Maybe that will go away in time.

Everybody raved about his curly hair!

This appointment seemed more routine because we didn't expect a bad report (since they haven't called), but we're always reminded that nothing is certain. The metal on the walls carries sound pretty well, and we often hear people in the next exam room receiving not-so-good news.

Though I doubt we'll ever become obsessed with some organic diet, running 50-mile marathons or maintaining 1 percent body fat (as is obvious at first glance), we can't take our health for granted. We don't know why God chose to erase Gunter's cancer, and we don't assume He's less merciful toward others who still have theirs. But one thing we are -- overwhelmingly thankful.