One, two, three, four, breathe.
I had an existential crisis today at the doctor's office. After my PMS2/Lynch Syndrome diagnosis this spring, it was recommended that I undergo a radical hysterectomy. I had that surgery nearly 3 weeks ago. Last week I met with the hematologist who is also an oncologist. I thought I was just going to be touching base with him to have another iron infusion like I have had several times over the last year. Instead he had printed out my entire genetics report for us to go over. Before I left I had a slew of specialist appointments referrals. I felt overwhelmed. I cried when I got in the car because of just...everything. Recovery, taking care of kids, how everything just seemed so scary. Oh and menopause. That too. (TMI much? Sorry about that.) I am thankful that he was so thorough with me, but it was just a lot. Fast forward to today. I had another appointment. This time it was in a general surgery office that used to be the same office of the obstetrician I saw for all of my p...