Today was Friday the 13th.
A day which is synonymous with bad luck.
The superstitious among us,
believe we will have a day filled with disaster.
Then at 10 am Irish time,
my friend received a phone call,
which provided very clear evidence,
that this superstition is nonsense.
This call was from her sister,
a close friend of mine.
She is in Dublin with her young son,
who at Christmas aged thirteen,
was diagnosed with leukemia.
He has been recovering now,
for almost nine weeks,
from a bone marrow transplant.
Today we got word,
that against all expectations,
the tide has turned.
Whilst from the very start,
our young friends bone marrow,
has proved to be a perfect match,
he has battled many other complications.
Today we heard that all has changed overnight.
He is clear from leukemia,
His transplant has been a 100% success.
His other complications look to be resolving.
It is now a very real possibility,
that in a few more weeks,
my friend will for the first time in nine weeks,
have all four of her children home together.
Her house will once again be full.
This nightmare will be near it’s end.
I know that is not a lot,
but honestly I could not feel any happier tonight,
if in fact I had won the lottery.
Health is indeed wealth.
I am mindful of the fact that he is not home yet,
but good news is good news,
so feck it I’m celebrating.
So where ever you are
Happy happy Friday 13th!