Tomorrow I have the PET scan, finally.  It has been a very long nine days since the Dr. said the big bad "C" word.  What has made waiting difficult is not knowing where I am going.  I want to know where I am going.  I am ready to fight to live longer.  So, what am I going to be fighting?  A few more days, a week perhaps, and I will know, and I can start taking aim at something.  This waiting and not knowing where I am going, sucks.