Woke up at around 5am this morning. I have my MRI at 11:30am. Why is it that my mind is already thinking the worst? I watched my father die of Breast cancer. It was horrible. He was diagnosed at 45. I miss him so much. He would have loved seeing G and A and been such a great grandpa to them. My paternal grandmother died of agressive, premenopausal breast cancer when I was 5 or 6 years old. As did her sister. We have some crappy genes in this family.
I've gotten 2 beautiful children into adulthood. Dear Lord, I have two more to go.
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Prayers from Iowa. I can hardly think of anything else. Heits
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