05/06/2026
So, yesterday didn't turn out the way I had hoped. I walked into my appointment expecting reassurance. I truly believed this wasn’t going to be my story — not me. But instead, I found myself sitting alone in that soft lit room, hearing the words no one ever wants to hear: “We need to do a biopsy, and we need to move quickly.”
The shock hit me hard. One moment I was fine, the next the floor dropped out from under me. I wasn’t prepared. I wasn’t ready. I thought it couldn’t be me, the dr explained everything then asked if I had any questions; all I could do was shake my head no and say thank you dr. as I stood to leave.
And all the while, my husband was sitting in the waiting room, completely unaware of what was happening behind that door. I gathered myself together before walking out because I couldn’t let him see me break — not yet, not here. I just needed to get outside, I needed air & I just sunk in hubbys arms.
Telling my son was even harder.
I don’t have the answers yet. I’m just taking this one step at a time, even though everything inside me is shaking.
I’m sharing this because sometimes life blindsides you, and pretending it doesn’t hurt doesn’t make you stronger. I’m scared, but I’m moving forward. One breath, one appointment, one day at a time and I have two of the strongest guys by my side to help me through this.
Tomorrow I talk with the specialist and schedule my biopsy.
Wish me luck 🍀
