My GP called to see how we all were doing and to expressed how surprised he was too. His office set me up for an appointment for the surgeon for the following Monday.
At some point, I break the news to the little ones, but reassure them that I am going to be okay. I am afraid to use the c-word with them because they know of a good friend who died of cancer, but I eventually do.
Steven and I take James to a pre-scheduled doctor's appointment. I was planning all along to go alone, but Steven doesn't want to leave me alone now.
Please keep us in your prayers.
“…for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things…”