Waiting..... Nobody really likes it do they? Waiting for a bus, waiting in a queue, waiting for exam results, waiting for your husband to empty the dishwasher; they all suck right? Well waiting for the biopsy results of your 8 month old baby's tumour is a whole different ball game. After 5 days of waiting, where one minute felt like an hour, an hour felt like a day, and a day felt like forever, my head was in overdrive heading to Belfast to hear what the consultant had to say. All that waiting had made every possible scenario and outcome to become blurred and overthought. I couldn't see past this. I couldn't see any light. I couldn't see a future. The word cancer does that to you. All that my eyes, my head and my heart could see and feel was pain, fear and uncertainty. The smile of being blissfully unaware of what was ahead. On the drive up I kept saying to myself please let it be benign. If its not, and it is cancer, please let it be a Wilms. Isn't tha...