Impatient in Waiting
A good friend is in that awful but interesting medical purgatory; the time between the Before the Thing Happened and After the Thing Happened. There's a statistically excellent chance she'll get good news Monday and move on with her life. She'll be relieved, probably let herself feel the full terror of the possibilities for a minute or two, call her husband and then get back to work. It will not be cancer. It will be nothing.
But for now, she's floating in the limbo of Waiting.