Hooray, my doctor said my liver test results "improved," so I am spared a biopsy. This time. She says I have to keep up my routine until the next round of tests in May.
What worked? Drinking all that wretched coffee? Cutting back more on sugar? Losing weight? I have no idea, so I'll have to keep doing everything the same way for another six months.
But I can relax a bit for a little while. I figure I can skip the coffee until April.
Since my blood tests were over, we went to Shake Shack last night for the first time in months. Pure bliss — I will always be a cheap date.
As I dipped fries in mayo and stole sips from my husband's shake, I wondered, "What if the doctor calls tomorrow and says I need to repeat the tests? I reckoned the odds of that... and then I went home to have cookies and milk.
I plan to be careful, but I also need to enjoy life, and that means a little dessert.
Despite all that rebellion, this morning our scale showed me a number I haven't seen in 15 years. It's a great incentive to not go wild but to continue eating better. Then I had a fantastic cup of tea, and put the coffee pitcher away for four months.
Life may not be great these days, given our real-estate mess, but it is finally a bit sweeter around here.