Over and Done

So, Sam has a clean bill of health. Clean to the point where the neurosurgeon called me at home the other evening (the first time that's ever happened in the over ten years since this started). And clean to the point where it looks like this no longer has to be what has recently been reduced to an every-other-year event.

I figure Sam has had somewhere close to twenty MRIs, starting with when he was first admitted to the hospital. I can't say I'm going to miss this at all.

But I will always worry.