Yesterday morning I brought the boys to our rock-star pediatrician, Dr. L, for Mo's 3-year-old well-child appointment. I could go into elaborate, amusing detail about the ways in which my toddler refused to cooperate (Nurse Linda tried in vain to put on the blood pressure cuff, but instead received a look that said, "I know teeth are not for biting, but isn't there an exception to every rule?").
Or I could list a number of humorous anecdotes about the ways in which my pediatrician effectively distracted him and accomplished her medical mission (Mo is still asking me if Dr. L really found a rooster in his ear with her flashlight).
But the best part of Mo's visit was actually the news we learned about Kel. The sweat screen that was done on Monday came back negative. Kel does not have cystic fibrosis! Sometimes a negative is positive.
We also put Kel on the scale (have I mentioned how much I love Dr. L?). In just two weeks, Kel has gained 13 ounces. Last night for dinner, he ate an avocado, some oatmeal, and almost one whole banana! The little man is back on track. Sometimes a positive is positive.
And sometimes a positive is negative.
We heard recently from a dear friend in her late 40s who has been diagnosed with invasive breast cancer. She has three children in college and one daughter in the seventh grade. And she is a United Methodist pastor. She has gotten three different opinions, met with several specialists, and scheduled a major surgery, not to mention preached at her church, attended a healing service, and participated in a religious conference, all in two weeks. She is an inspiration.
I have faith that someday she will call to let us know that her latest mammogram came back negative.
And that will be a very positive day.