The wait is the worst. If you don't know, you can imagine. The mind starts to panic with the million "what ifs".
I have to wait for pathology reports. They can't come back any faster. So what do I do with the anxiety? I try and "offer it up". This means I offer these feelings and doubts to Jesus on the cross. I just give them to Him and ask Him to unite my little baby sufferings with His holy sufferings. And by doing this, there is purpose and meaning in my trials. I think if I am to progress any in my spiritual life, I must try and imitate Jesus in any way. I know He suffered and was greatly troubled in the garden. When I join my unnerving wait for test results to His Passion, my wait can become redemptive and useful and serve to draw me closer to Him. So I took all my emotional torment, cupped it in my hands, and gave it away.