No, No Results.

Brain cancer is...

 ...making the most of scan day.

We are posting at 8:30 p.m., and there is no news yet of the radiologist's report.  Perhaps tomorrow.

Nonetheless, Darrell did a great job of making the most of scan day.  Above you see him modelling the latest in MRI wear.  (New hospital rule:  scrub pants are required. They have no pockets for hidden metal, and neither do they have zippers, which can confuse the machine's signal.)  Who cares about the reason?  Darrell makes this look work!

We celebrated at...Which Wich (not Panera) for the sake of a little variety.

Darrell gave the double meat gyros a thumbs up...before he ate the whole thing.  Afterwards he said, "Oof!  I just ate a lamb cow!"  We recommitted to our "always split a sandwich" rule.

The great attitude that Darrell conveyed yesterday, in lieu of outward scanxiety, continued today.  I was thoroughly cheered by his laughter and jokes ("More lasagna?  Don't get any on 'ya!") and his conviction that the radiologist's report is not critical in the interpretation of the thin-slice MRI or the overall treatment plan.

You go, Big D!