The room of waiting.
Turns out that room is portable. The room can be anywhere, even your cozy bed can become this room of torture.
We have been waiting at home and we finally got the report from the cat scan.
It remains unchanged. The mass is still there. Same size. No change.
Steve informs me that this is encouraging. It hasn’t grown. Cancer likes to grow. There are no new tumors.
There is still a chance that he can be NED, even with this mass not changing. That mass can be dead. It can be scar tissue. We won’t know that until the scans (ahhh) tomorrow. So the room of waiting will be going into the night.
Super Tuesday has a whole new meaning.