In a few minutes, we'll toss on some clothes, hook up Bindi to her leash, and head over to the beach for an extended game of fetch/chase/run. Bindi will find many excuses to go swimming (washing the sand off of her ball, checking out the birds, etc.). She'll give half-hearted chase to a couple of runners, and essentially lose her mind waiting for me to chuck her ball down the beach.
Just like she does almost every day, now.
But today is different. We are expecting to get the results of Abi's scan from Tuesday, and likely starting round six in Abi's series of meetings with Nila.
Scanxiety has been building. Understandable. The results of yesterday's scan have the potential to have a tremendous impact on the immediate future, and certainly on what's to come over the coming days, weeks, months, and beyond that.
I have no expectations, and after discussing it with our girl yesterday, I think she's in a similar state of mind. That is, nothing the doctor may tell us would be especially surprising. We may be anywhere on the range from "The chemo has had a substantial impact and your scans are largely clear" to "The disease has spread aggressively."
I suppose I lied. I do have an expectation. I suspect the results will fall somewhere between the two extremes, in the infinite gray, and we'll be spending the next few weeks considering a number of secondary treatment options. That seems to be the way things go.
But I don't want to get ahead of this with speculation. I think our girl is prepared for the wide range of discussions we may have with Dr. McGaughey today.
What I want to do is to solicit your continued support for Abi and John The results aren't in our hands. But they're certainly in God's, and your earnest and continuing prayers matter (More on that in a later entry.)
Look for an update by tomorrow morning to let the army know how it goes today.
In the meantime, it's off to the beach. A hyper-mindful puppy and a routine start to a day that has the potential to be anything but routine.