WHEN DRAGONS COLLIDE

Wow.  Thats about all I can muster. My superstitious fears that I deserve this or did something to bring it on are overpowering. I've always been one who lived by the "whatever you surround yourself with is how your life will go" kind of mentality. And so here I've been spewing negativity and sarcastic rage into the Universe and seemingly it has come back to bite me in the ass. Big time.

On Wednesday afternoon November 17th at approximately 4:15PM we received the phone call. Emily (my spouse) has invasive ductal carcinoma - breast cancer.
{cue screeching tires and crash}
Hope, fear, dread, crying, laughing, insanity. All so surreal. We're one minute wailing sobbing and finding ourselves the next walking through Job Lot of all places listening to cheesy Christmas music (it's the most wonderful time of the year) looking for luggage, fielding calls from oncology social workers, preparing for our trip to St. Louis for Thanksgiving next week. When we got that first call and the doctor told us that Emily had breast cancer (there, I've said it twice without falling completely apart) we asked if we should cancel our trip. To which the doctor replied, "no no. just go and enjoy your holiday." Did I already use the word surreal?