When I was in grade 4, I learned about an interpreter and guide used by the North West Mounted Police. Jerry Potts.
One story about Potts was that he was listened for 90 minutes of a speech from a First Nation Chief to some senior mounties. He said nothing.
When the speech was done, Potts turned to the top cops and said: “He wants food.”
I don’t know if that story is true or not. But in follow to my last blog and where things sit after today’s appointment with her oncologist, I’ll offer a similar three word response: “She’s all good.”