Let the earth rejoice!

To make a very long story very short, my husband has battled cancer for six years.
During that time all four of our children have graduated from high school. One has even graduated college, and is now in grad school. One is married. And they have scattered across the country. But this I believe for sure: we have not missed one blessing that God had for us during this time.
But this past year has been especially hard. Last August, D had to have his right leg and hip amputated. And just when we thought it was safe to continue on in life's path, a brain tumor was discovered a few months ago. A very large brain tumor. We all held our breath in April because we thought that surgery would be the Bad One. We are not without faith, but the sheer number of procedures and surgeries were stacking the odds against us. So, we geared up, endured the 13 hour surgery, and were surprised by joy. Where we had expected a marathon recovery; it was more like crossing the street. D was talking as soon as he woke up, was released out of ICU as soon as a regular room opened and was home in 4 days. He was clearly the rockstar of recovery. And we were all so very grateful.
So, cut to this summer. D is taking classes to learn to drive with controls on the steering wheel. Today...ta da!...he, of course, passed the test and got his new license to drive. For the first time in a year.
But, wait! There's more! The insurance has also approved a scooter.
He can drive and he can scoot. The freedom of movement is a little heady for him.
His bravery has inspired us all.
I hope the good things continue to come his way.
May this seventh year be one of only recovery.
And good times.