Still no word on my CT and MRI results. Tuesday was Carnival in Portugal — an official holiday — but in practice, much of the country shuts down for the entire week. Soren's home for winter break, so realistically, I'm not expecting anything yet.

But Tom Petty keeps looping in my head: The waiting is the hardest part.

I spent a large chunk of my younger life in bars playing pool, and Tom Petty was the jukebox. His songs were the soundtrack of those years.

Tina and I saw him at Red Rocks on his final tour, just a few months before he died. It felt like watching that jukebox come alive.

I meet with my oncologist Monday. Should have results then.