Before cancer, my life used to revolve around 3 calendars: the university academic calendar, Lily's school calendar, and, in church, the liturgical calendar. Now, I find myself living life in 3-month increments, from one scan to the next. August, November, February, May: those are the signposts that indicate what direction I will go and what I can expect. Even though I've been stable and have stayed out of the hospital since last September, making plans much beyond a 3-month timeline still seems risky. Other than needing to use oxygen while exercising, I feel great and perfectly healthy. And yet, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm living a full and joyful life, but there is still background noise, the unbidden thoughts of how long Tagrisso will keep working. Yesterday Leland and I traveled to Pittsburgh for my 3-month oncology appointment. I was more anxious than usual because I had read the CT scan report from Mt. Nittany Hospital on Tuesday...but I had no idea...