life

Last night Rico and I decided that no matter what we heard today, this would be our mantra, "Life is good. We're OK. No matter what happens, we got this."

It's taken us through the past year relatively unscathed (well one of us more scathed than the other).

But today, the scan said "clear", and we breathed the first real breath we've had since last September.

Kooka smiled and her shoulders relaxed, Punk hugged us, and Yoda flopped down on the floor and said "Whew,  I'm glad somebody finally told me because I've been waiting all day."  Even classes at the studio stopped what they were doing and cheered for Rico.

Of course we will not laden them with the fact that there are 19 more of these to go before we are out of the woods. It's real, but there is no need to dwell on that right now - or ever. There are still months of rehab, lifelong mobility issues, but for now, life is good.

Today, life is really good.