Mike goes in for his CT scan this afternoon. But we don't see Dr. Neel again until Wednesday. I'm really hoping he calls with the results again this time. The waiting is so hard. It consumes every thought. And seven days is a really long time not to be able to focus.
I'm sure I'll be eating a lot of chocolate to get through. And praying, of course. We also have a 2-year-old's birthday party to attend. That should be a distraction for sure.
We're hoping for good news again -- for the obvious reasons, but also because the day after the doctor's appointment, we're heading over to Tampa to meet up with Frank and Lisa for an Elton John/Billy Joel concert. Marina will be stopping by after a conference in Orlando in mid-March and then we've got almost a week with Aunt Soup.
So I'm really hoping we'll have something to celebrate.