And Once Again...

I hate going to my Family Doctor and have her ask me if there is cancer in my family... And once again I tell her "not that I've been told". At least not any specific cancer that would pertain to the problems I've been having. But whatever...I guess I get to go through another batch of tests... hopefully I can keep the anxiety down long enough to have these tests less painful.


I sadly keep wishing for an Aunt or Mother to tell me that it's going to be ok...that I'm going to be alright...I hurt just thinking about how alone I truly am... It's like being an orphan...