Tiny victories

So yesterday morning Allison was scheduled for an MRI. We got there early and they took us straight back. About an hour before she took half a Lorazepam, (she's pretty carefree at this point!). The test took about an hour and we head home.

Praise the Lord for healthy, living parents! Allison and I both have both of our parents and they have been incredible through this journey, not that I expected anything less. They've always been there for us and they'll never know how special they are to us.

Milkshake? It's 10:00 in the morning?!? I thought the Lorazepam was messing with her head but OK, if you want a milkshake I'll find a milkshake. Allison's mom says she's a bad influence and orders one for herself. (Weightwatchers will not be happy about this!)...

After we get home Allison decides to give in to the peaceful affects of this miracle pill and for the next 5 hours I hear nothing from the bedroom. Rest. No worries. Watched over.

We get a call from the surgeon's office, they can see us Monday. This is really happening. Part of of me still wakes up each morning hoping that this has all just been a bad dream. No such luck.

THEN, another call from the doctor with the results from the MRI...nothing new! They want her to come in today for an ultrasound but with nothing new on the MRI we know we're dealing with just the one place that the biopsy found. I'll take it, this tiny victory made my night!