Qualified Good News

Is there any other kind when dealing with health (or doctor's pronouncements)?
I had my four-month MRI yesterday and saw my oncologist.  I can say for the record that what began as an hour of torture in the Sci-Fi machine has become old hat.  I found myself drifting off, looking at my reflection in the control room window via a mirror attached to my "Hannibal Lecter goes out for the day" mask, wondering if GE was consciously channeling 2001: A Space Odyssey when they designed this MRI machine.  I used to find the hour of lying immobile in a small, noisy (imagine R2D2 getting slowly crushed in the Death Star's trash compactor) metal cylinder was an unpleasant experience that required visualizations (trying to recall the run in Hance in every detail) to endure but honestly, it doesn't seem like a very big deal anymore.  
Sitting in the waiting room in ill-fitting hospital PJs with a group of anxious patients wondering what their scan will show is a bit more unsettling.
But to the good news - my scan showed at the very least, no new growth of my tumor.  My doctor said she could identify areas of regression but the radiologist wouldn't commit to a full-on "the cancer is in retreat" prognosis.  Still, it is very good news.  We've gone from feeling that radiation might be inevitable to seeing real signs that chemo alone might shrink my tumor.  My doctor was quite pleased to identify for us the areas that she thought she saw regression (some areas where the wrinkles of my brain had been smoothed out by swelling showed wrinkles again when compared with a scan from six weeks ago - remember, if you are concerned about wrinkles - wrinkly brain is good).
All in all, we are very encouraged and we intend to plow ahead with our treatments and expect the best outcome.  We are deeply appreciative for all of the positive thoughts, energy, and prayers coming our way.  Today was a good day.