Now that I’ve blogged about how the trip to NIH went from a health standpoint, I thought I’d blog a bit about how it went from an emotional standpoint. Honestly, it was a tough trip this time. In past years I’d always tried to go to NIH with a friend whenever possible. It makes the time go faster. Thankfully, I never have to wait long for test results. These days Kevin is really awesome about not keeping me in suspense. Years ago, you had to wait all week to get any results. Still, the waiting…waiting for the tests…waiting for the appointments…waiting for the results…it can seem to drag on forever. All the while, one can’t help but worry. It might seem silly, but sometimes I feel like the one time I’m at ease, the one time I’m not worried, will be the time something will catch me unprepared. The truth is one can never be prepared for some of the news these tests could bring back. It makes no sense to me that somehow if I see it coming it won’t be so bad when it finally comes. Y