Good news, bad news, and breaking the news.

"'Til we meet, Til we meet, Til we meet at Jesus' feet, 'til we meet, 'til we meet, God be with you 'til we meet again"... anytime I hear that song I have to choke back tears. It instantly brings me back to my grandma's funeral a little over two years ago. She passed away due to complications of breast cancer.

When I think of breast cancer I think of having to say bye to my grandma for the last time as she lay in the hospital bed. When I think of breast cancer I think of when I was little and saw my mom cry on Mother's Day because she missed her mom whose life was taken by breast cancer at the young age of 49. When I think of breast cancer I think of being in second grade and standing at the bus stop with silent tears streaming down my face because I had lost my great grandma to breast cancer.

You can imagine my dismay as I stand at a store in the mall and receive a call from my mom saying they found something in her mammogram results. "What do you mean found something?" I asked. "They found something not normal in the tissue" she said through tears. "... I'm sure it will be nothing" I tried to rationalize as I felt blood draining from my face and my body going numb. "It's going to need treatment..." she croaked. She couldn't bring herself to say it but I knew what she was trying to say... Breast cancer.

Anger. "You WILL NOT take another one" I said through clenched teeth, my face red with anger and tears filling up my eyes. "You WILL NOT," I shouted as I drove home. I guess once you lose so many people to breast cancer you feel like you can talk to cancer... Like an old enemy whose just shown its ugly face again. I wished at this moment I could punch cancer in the face... How fulfilling that would feel.

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of bad news, good news, breaking the news, phone calls, tears, appointments, surgeons, radiologists, oncologists, genetic counselors, fasting and prayers.

In case you were wondering... This (along with a few other trials) is the reason I have taken a sabbatical from social media the past three weeks.

I have much more I want to talk about but for now I'm going to end this post. Tomorrow morning my mom goes in for surgery... I ask for your prayers and support during this time. We are infinitely grateful for the love and support we have been shown the past three weeks. You really see the best of human kind through trials.