Every 4 months, Jude goes in to be anesthetized for an MRI to determine if his brain cancer remains at bay. I worry constantly, but I get extra nervous leading up to the scan. The moment of truth will be tomorrow afternoon when his oncologist walks in the room and tells us hopefully something like, “The scan looked good.” Then I will breathe a big sigh of relief.
I have to worry more than usual about the logistics of tomorrow, since Andy will be a delegate at a state political convention and unable to help me juggle our 3 boys during our full day of medical procedures and appointments. Luckily, my mom agreed to come with to help. I’m praying for more good results!