Still not yet ...

Evan had a lung biopsy today. Now we wait some more. Evan was told by his doctor just yesterday that he'd have some concrete information today since a pathologist would be "right there" during the biopsy; he was told today that it will be several days before they know anything. The frustration level is reaching those familiar levels of last winter. Not good.
I sat in the waiting room yesterday while Evan saw the doctor. I'd guess for about an hour. During that time, I listened to the woman at the desk detail all the movies the Harry Potter star had made, who directed each and what year they were released. I further learned what her favorite movie channel is and that she watched "Mama Mia" again just the night before, which apparently entitled her to sing along with the radio when one of the songs from the movie came on the radio. Now I freely admit that I own the "Mama Mia" soundtrack and I am easily lured into a hum-along with ABBA in my office, but the big difference is that I have my own office -- with walls -- and a door.
As it turned out, while I was being annoyed by this woman, and while Evan was in talking with his doctor, someone else from the place was calling our home in Milladore to tell him the check-in time for today's procedure. Not the cell phone. The house in Milladore. While he was in the BMT Clinic.
Now do you understand why I find it so frustrating that one doctor told him he'd have results immediately and another told him he'd know something in a few days? This is not a sliver in his finger we're talking about. This is a bone marrow transplant following his third bout of cancer in two years.
Sheesh.