Happiness at the end of the tunnel

A faint beeping- a working truck backing up. It's 9:00pm. Maybe our friends truck neighbour. Our parking space in the front garage could easily allocate 4 cars, this white truck made our friend look like the 'Lord of the Skies'. I think there's people outside working late on fixing the back road leading to the main road. Dust and rock, lifted up by the fast running truck trailers zipped by taking lost forgotten souls like a kid holding on tied up balloons you see on the circus. I still remember seeing our friend looking down on us with a lost sad look on his eyes. That night we came back from my doctors appointment. Yep, we were all happy, myself, yes all my test results were positive- the treatment was finally working. My illness was at bay. No remission.