Scanxiety

Today, my brains get scanned.

Next week-ish, I get to find out if the tumor grew or if it stayed the same. Remember, last time it was tiny. We want it to stay tiny. Tiny is good.

Waiting a week to find out if it is still tiny or not is a special kind of hell devised by cruel radiologists intent on torturing me*.

So, while I wait, if I am unresponsive to messages or particularly anti-social, please understand that I'm waiting to find out important news that affects the rest of my life. I am doing the best I can.





*I know that they are not actually trying to torture me, but it sure does feel like it.