Another three months, another cat scan! I brought Mindy Kaling’s book along to keep me entertained while I drank the always gruesome “contrast shake” – if only they had vodka in them, they would be so much tastier! I don’t mind the actual scans, it’s just the waiting that’s brutal. They should really have a drive-thru style cat scan, where you can get your scan & report at the same time. Then you would be handed either a glass of champagne, “no visible cancer!” or a Xanax, “cancer has spread to the liver…” Genius idea, no?