I'm waiting on a second round of biopsy results at the moment, and today had the horribly nerve-wracking appointment for my results. After feeling sick all morning, we arrived at the hospital, went through to the room and were told by the consultant that the results weren't actually back yet. The let-down was massive, and it's so horrible knowing we'll have to wait longer and go through all that build-up again.
G's parents had a pre-arranged visit, so we spent the afternoon with them and Mum; Sunday roast and a river walk helped to re-align my emotions a bit.
After they left, the F1 helped to take my mind off things, with Sunday evening rolling round so quickly for another week.