Word from the good doctor

Last week, Dr. M (my normal neurooncologist, who I wasn't able to meet with after my last MRI) called and left me a voicemail.  I was annoyed I didn't answer the blocked call when it rang, once I heard the voicemail and realized who it was.  Couldn't risk it being some guy I'd dated and denied.  ;)  Anyway, he said that he looked at my scans and agreed that he didn't see any growth, and that he'd see me in 6 months.  Hurray!!  Feels good to have his opinion, officially.