I'm waiting to hear back from the doctor in regards to Gavin's lab results. The only way I can explain how excruciating this wait is for would be to relate it to a young child on Christmas Eve.
Maybe that's a bad example. It's not the excitement but rather the extreme anxiety of knowing it's coming but having to wait.
I swear to God I age five years each time something like this happens.
I'm trying to remain positive because it could very well be temporary good news. I just have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and I can't seem to shake it.
