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I can stop now...

biting my fingernails to nubs...I mean!





I just heard from Dr. RockStar's nurse (God love 'er)...






...and it seems that even Dr. RockStars need time out of the office every now & then.






But he'll be back tomorrow. And she made sure Trevy's PET scan was readable...and waiting on his desk.





So now I can take a (small) breath again...




...and give my nails a break!

Comments

Holli said…
Ahhh, relief!! I was beginning to wonder what his deal was!! That's not like him...Anyway, I'll be impatiently waiting for an update!

(((HUGS)))

Holli
I was about to send you an e-mail to ask what was up with that. We can all breathe easy...for the night at least.
WHEW!!! What is he thinking taking a vacation?? (just kidding..kind of ) can't wait to hear what he has to say!
Colby said…
So glad that some news will come soon...Waiting is terrible...

Another note about Monday's blog...The thing with Trevor looking "normal"...I remember being quite relieved that Colby was in a wheelchair and wore AFOs...It was like, no explanation was needed...Everyone could SEE that there was something wrong...Strange to actually being THANKFUL in that instance that my child was in a w/chair

~Blessings!!!

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