Insult to Injury

So I haven't mentioned this because it feels like a constant f*cking repeat..But miscarriage #9 was confirmed today. Awesome. We decided to start "trying" again in April and somehow just looked at each other and got pregnant. My periods have been super long as of late so I didn't test until I was about 2 weeks late. And then lost the baby. So, just to recap, new job, miscarriage, possible cancer issue. I've never leaned on my faith more then I am RIGHT NOW. Seriously. There's almost no moment that I'm not praying.

And Here We Are

So I need to do a catch up, but for now, my husband has a found a lump on one of his testicles. He didn't realize nor did he tell me how bad it really is. I have this gut feeling. I hesitate to even say it. I won't say it out loud. Not yet. He's seeing his PCP tomorrow and I'm calling to get him an appointment at the best Urology clinic in the city for Monday. My mind immediately goes to worst case scenario. If I loose him, I will never recover. I can't think this way. I must be positive. It's nothing. It's a cyst. It's survivable. We can do this. I love that man.