Ouch. Stop That.

I had, on my birthday, declared 28 my best year yet. Apparently the universe took this as a challenge to try and kick me very hard in the proverbial nuts. Repeatedly. Yesterday I got my initial test results back from some blood work and kids, it's scary. So scary in fact that they are sending me to a new doctor with an even scarier title. Hearing the man's specialty made me start to shake and cry and in my office. Then I came home, opened the emergency box of Girl Scout cookies and cried some more. So bear with me for a day or so while I try and wrap my brain around the fact that today I have to go see an oncologist.