So it begins!

Last Monday - January 9 - was really like any other day.

(But isn't that what they all say before they drop their bombshell news?)

I picked up Kate from school, and we girls went to the library. We read oodles of books in the children's library, checked out bunches and headed home. I got a snack for the ladies and began prep for dinner. And then it happened. The call.

My health provider at the local medical clinic had the results of my biopsies. Two came back clear. One - not so much. The big C: Cancer. And not only that, it was a Grade 3 tumor - which means the mammer jammer kind that is aggressive and does not go gently into that good night. My hands were shaking. The girls were playing in the living room, blissfully unaware of this news. They asked if I could read them some of their new library books - I choked on the words, through tears - and waited for my husband to come home.

That was Monday. By Wednesday we were in Anchorage and by Friday the tumor was out. Chemo and radiation were certainties. And fast-forward to now: We are waiting on news of whether a mastectomy is required.

My faith in God tells me that this is for a purpose - He is with me, and no matter what the outcome, He is in control. But knowing that God doesn't always do endings that seem storybook to us, I'm not sure what the future holds. And when that comes to my hubby and little ladies, that scares the crap out of me.