My wife is at home right now - she left around 3:30PM, mostly because the lack of any adult contact besides the occasional nurse visit was driving her batty. I understand. The Boy is asleep in his crib, mostly; his eyes are slitted open, with just the whites showing. It's funny when babies fall asleep. I'm watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer, season 3 episode 2, which was on television Sunday morning on reruns.
Essentially, we're just playing the waiting game. Our oncologist stopped by today, along with the nurse from the Valerie Fund Center in the hospital. They told us exactly what we'd been told over the weekend: it looks like the tumor is what we wanted, it should be treatable with chemo, and we're merely awaiting the pathology to begin the chemo. A couple of days of in-patient chemotherapy, then the rest of the chemo (excluding the rest of the surgery) will be outpatient.
I hate waiting.
I started teaching at the summer program today. It was fun. All of my classes are double-taught, because I might have to leave at any minute. It makes things slightly more challenging, but I'm okay with that. It's only a few hours a day.
Did I mention that I hate waiting for information?
The Boy came up with a new game today. He picked up his food, held it at arm's length, dropped it and laughed hysterically. It was very cute.
Urgh. I hate waiting.