Ever read Dr. Seuss' Oh The Places You'll Go? The title is a reference to that.
You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…
My father-in-law meets with the doctor today. I've been waiting rather impatiently all day, but we haven't heard anything. We don't want to call because we're not even supposed to know about it (my FIL doesn't want us worrying. My FIL has apparently never met me).
Please, G-d, let the news be good. Please let the treatment be quick, simple, relatively pain-free and successful.
And please let them call soon.