I got a call five minutes ago. I got the results of my mammagram. They found something. They want me to come back for more extensive tests. Oh Lord. My sister already survived breast cancer, and she got it at the same age I am now. What am I going to do? My husband is already very sick. I was up all night with him in the emergency room. How can I tell him? He's got too much on his plate right now. I can't worry him as sick as he is! I've never been so scared in all my life. Who can I tell? That's why I've put it here. I have to get this off my chest to someone. I can't tell my kids. I can't tell my kids. Flame me. I don't care if you flame me. I really don't. As a matter of fact I want you to joke and flame me about it. Let me blow off the steam here and feel better about it. So, long as I keep MY BIG MOUTH SHUT to my husband. I don't want to weaken. I can't tell him about this now. He's too sick with these headaches to add this stress to his plate. I wouldn't be so scared if my sister hadn't already been through this. Oh Lord, I'm scared.