This isn't a how-to. I'm not a pinterest mom. I'm a firm believer in faking it 'til you make it. This is for all the millennials out there who secretly have no idea what they're doing. I'm looking at you, millennial caregivers. 

One Week

I'm one week away from knowing my test results.

I've been so busy with this job that I haven't had much time to think about it. I suppose that's a good thing. I promised myself that I'd take the time today to post because I want to remember how I feel a week before knowing.  

In the moments when I do think about the results, I try to picture both scenarios in my head. I want to make sure I'm bracing myself for the worst. I hear over and over and over again to think positively, but positive thoughts will only go so far. And sending good vibes into the universe seems a bit silly at this point.

The blood has been drawn. There's really nothing I can do.

That doesn't mean that I'm depressed or that I'm feeling sorry for myself.  Actually, I'm surprised I'm not more of a complete disaster. I just don't want to be shocked if the results aren't what we hoped for. 

As overwhelming as it is to think about, I do know that my life will change forever in seven days.  It's 50/50. It's a flip of a coin. But, it's not live or die. At least not yet. I have to believe that there's hope for a cure. 

One Day

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