Waiting... waiting.... waiting.....

God, I hate the waiting. Waiting for the phone to ring.

Good news.

Bad news.

Just news.

It's the waiting that kills me...

Update: The PETscan looked good, but they have decided to be agressive in their treatment of Dad's cancer. Daily radiation treatments are scheduled. I feel like I should breathe a sigh of relief, but I just can't get there quite yet...