And then my phone rang
I realized that my phone had been on "vibrate" for the last five days, so I turned the ringer back on. As soon as I put it back in my purse, it rang.
It was the genetic counselor, not my doctor. I took that as a good sign. She sounded chipper, not serious. I took that as another good sign.
She said, "I have good news for you."
And then I cried, and I laughed, and I thanked her as though she, personally and all by herself, had caused this good news to come into being.
I can't stop crying. The relief is overwhelming me.