I had a PET scan on Friday, the 23rd--not nearly as eventful as the last time when Aimee went into labor and I couldn't go to the hospital until after dinner-time. But maybe because I didn't have the new baby for distraction, I was much more anxious this time waiting for the results--an absolute wreck.
Well, they're in.
Normal.
My new favorite word in the whole world.
I'm *this* happy: