The verdict from today’s MRI: tumor is still there, and may or may not be the same size. As they say in politics, it’s too close to call, at least for my eyes. Recount, yeah?
Ronda, the nurse who calls me once a week to chat about any developments with my mom, happened to give me a ring as soon as I finished scanning the report. There were some new terms in it, which I understood on their own, but I needed to understand in relation to the tumor—like “hemorrhagic elements” and “necrotic.” I read the entire report to Ronda, twice (she’s a champ). Her impression was it wasn’t entirely bad, but she agreed it wasn’t great. It’s enough to keep me sane until we see the doctors next week and get their thoughts.