The doctor said that she'd call yesterday afternoon. Now it's the morning (obviously) and we have heard nothing about the scan. You'd think that hearing nothing means that everything is okay and we have nothing to worry about because if it were urgent, then they'd call. However, I remember, very vividly, a mom on the Wilms Tumor email group hearing nothing, and hearing nothing, and then learning that her daughter's cancer was back for round three.
I feel so paralyzed right now. I don't want to do anything until I get these results. Right now The Boy is pulling out all the freshly folded diapers from the laundry basket and I have no interest in stopping him. It is amazingly cute. Now he's putting them back in. He just likes to do that, take things out and put them back in. Maybe, possibly, once he has put them back in, we'll move into his room so that I can put them away and he can play with his trains.