We Partied Like Chicken Lady

We got the best news today! Keagan's diagnosis of hypothyroidism was officially reversed! After years of charting his height and weight and after countless blood samples, we were told he is healthy and growing normally. To celebrate, we had an official "No More Synthroid" party, and we put the store house of meds I had collected the past year in the trash. This was only after we danced around the house shaking the meds like maracas, stomping our feet, and then cheering over Keagan's celebratory break dancing moves. If you are having difficulty visualizing such a melee then let me simplify our celebration by saying it was a cross between a tribal voodoo ceremony and an inner city dance-off. I felt like Chicken Lady on the streets of Chicago.

We also celebrated with a trip to the zoo and an ice cream shop.

This was probably a celebration in which you can better identify.

There's no doubt Keagan is happy with the new diagnosis; he said he feels as strong as SuperMan!

But with all the crazy moves of Chicken Lady!

(By the way, when I was in college I studied voodoo in New Orleans (yes, I attended a liberal arts school)as part of a science in religion course. Our professor planned to take us to meet the "leader" of the voodoo religion, Chicken Man, but since he was incarcerated at the time, we were introduced to his wife and the interim leader known on the streets as Chicken Lady. I remember nothing about the day except that she was crazy as all get-out, and I couldn't wait to get out of the room with her.)