I just received a call from the secretary, where she asked me to come in next week to discuss the result of the Endoscopic Ultrasound biopsy. I broke down and started crying after the call, because this could only mean that the final result turned out to be positive. I had just adjusted my view of the reality to “stage 2”, and Stage 2 treatment. This could mean Stage 3 and the corresponding treatment which is chemoradiation up front, and potentially chemo after. That was really hard to accept, after I had received the relatively good news at the oncologists office the day before.