I rarely find warm-and-fuzzy stories to report, but check this one out:

A 9-year-old boy who nicknamed his brain tumor "Frank" - that's short for Frankenstein - is celebrating the intruder's departure.

"Frank is now dead and gone and never to return," David Dingman-Grover said Tuesday. He was wearing a black T-shirt that read, "Cancer is not who I am."

Frank the Tumor gained national attention when David's mother created "Frank Must Die" bumper stickers, which the family auctioned on eBay to defray the costs of surgery.

Biopsy results Tuesday showed the tumor was no longer cancerous.

Wait, it gets better. How's this for class?

The surgeon did not charge for the procedure, which normally would cost about $100,000 including hospital fees and anesthesiologists. The family has donated $20,000 they received to a charity to help other children with pediatric cancers.

Asked why he did the surgery for free, the doctor showed reporters a pebble the boy gave him which he now carries in his wallet. On it is the word "courage."

We of the blogosphere report bad news day in and day out - slinging arrows at our opponents on the other side of the political divide - and adding our own commentary. I would like to think that in face of a story like this, both sides of that divide can only comment to say what a brave boy he is, and how everyone shares in his joy at being cancer-free.

Way to go, David.