Still No News

At 3:15 pm today, I was supposed to call a certain phone number at Wake Forest to see if the pathology report was in, then get someone to tell me "benign" or "malignant."

We really don't give a rip about anything else we're supposed to do over there right now.

We only want to know which of those two words apply.

But when it came to be 3:15, I told Bill that I was about to make the call, to make sure that was okay with him, respecting the fact that it's HIS situation more than it is mine.

He said, "Don't call. Let them call us whenever they do."

He said that if it's benign, then we will have a celebration deferred. But if it's malignant, he wants to extend the period of hope as long as possible.

I completely understand and respect his decision.

Although, if it were me, I'd be camped in a tent outside the office of the pathologist, with sunglasses on, holding out a tin cup and a sign that said, "Have mercy. Give me the path report."

But, hey. Bill's not me. Lucky for him.

He also said no more of me staying home 24/7 staring at the phone. He said to go about my life, because we've told the caller person so many times that she can leave the message on the answering machine.

Watch her call, and leave a message like this: "The path report is back. Call me for the results. But hurry, cause I'm leaving in 5 minutes for a month-long vacay in Cancun."

Kinda thing that would happen, I'm afraid.

(As I'm typing this, I just noticed my hands are shaking. Yep. I'd be in the tent.)