It was snowy, so we headed off a bit early for our first meeting with the Oncologist. She is a specialist and takes mostly high risk or abnormal cases... her slate was full, but was convince by Michele's OBGYN (a breast cancer survivor), Michele's surgeon (who was nice enough to wait until after Christmas to tell us), and Michele's very, very pregnant state to squeeze us in to her schedule. We met with her and got the big picture, since the smaller picture couldn't be known until test were done post-baby. She was very straight forward and pulled no punches and was still somehow quite comforting. We knew more, felt a little better, and decided that it was baby time and we needed to set the rest aside for now...
Drive back across town, pick up our things that we paked for overnight (here), and right back to

"Try to get comfortable, this might take a few hours... maybe even more." (here)
To be continued...
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