Beloved was trying hard to play it cool but his face gave it away. A clean bill of health! This would be worth celebrating except he didn’t want to tempt fate, as he put it.
Fate, according to Beloved, is a bit like a fickle female, which according to mythology is more or less what the Fates were. To tempt fate, in his world, is to invite the opposite of such you wish into life. He wont admit to being superstitious, but clearly he is.
I don’t disagree with him in some ways for there have been many times when things are going swimmingly and I think how easy it is and then good old Uncle Murphy and his law show up. You see I don’t believe in predetermined outcomes, just Uncle Murphy and his ways of messing things up. Which I guess is in its own way a bit of superstition.
Bbut a clean bill of health after then if C as they say, is a wonderful thing. When we first knew of his cancer he had decided, as so many folks do, that it was a death sentence. I told him then, as I still say cancer starts with C. So do the words Change and Chance. Death starts with D… We reminded ourselves of this over and over when we needed to.
Cancer did mean a change in life, but it also meant a chance to revisit what is really important in live. We didn’t get to a positive place right away, there was shock or anger and most certainly denial. At times I was certain he wasn’t going to fight, and that would be okay with me too as it is his life and his choice (another lovely thing with Cancer is choice or lack thereof). But here we are now, a clean bill of health and a grin he can’t contain, and a deep breath that has to be one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. I can say these things because even Uncle Murphy has some sense of when not to mess with a good thing!