I was dragged kicking and screaming — and in unimaginable agony — to the emergency room on Sunday evening. I was officially admitted about midnight and am still here. I am posting this from my Blackberry so please excuse the robotic-sounding nature of this post.

Since arriving, I have been subjected to a large and varied assortment of diagnostic tests…all intended to help figure out why I feel like I have a knife stuck into my right pelvic area. Having ruled out appendix, and kidney and gall stones, they looked lower — and apparently hit gold.

Two ultrasounds (two of those internal) and two CT scans later, they located a fist-sized “complex ovarian mass with solid components.” I have now been referred to a gynecological oncologist and am being transferred either tonight or tomorrow morning to one of the best hospitals in the world. I feel fortunate to have access to the best specialists and facilities available to me.

Gregory has been a rock — between taking care of me and handling all this doctor business, he has also done all that was necessary to get the babies ready for and to their first day of school…and he has done it all with ease, grace, and affection…and all with a smile on his face despite getting minimal sleep and not exactly the news he was hoping for regarding my cooter. Without him, I would be dead in the water (pun, of course, intended.)

So, if you can spare a few good thoughts for me and my little family over the next day or two, it would be most appreciated. I expect that all will be well, but at this point I’ll take all the luck and good wishes I can get.

Love to everyone.

XOXO