I can hardly believe that is has been 8 weeks tomorrow since I took that dreaded walk into Shands at 6am. The most confusing walk I ever remember. The calmness and peace given by the Lord yet the worry and anticipation given by my earthly flesh. Where I have been over the last 8 weeks has been such a journey! However, my journey was not meant to end with the aneurysm. I am still struggling with where I am being led but I am positive my faith is being tested. My plan was to begin journaling about my aneurysm experience, not only for you bloggers but for myself. However, instead I find myself reaching out once again for prayers from you faithful warriors. I was told over the weekend I have tested positive for two skin melanomas. The good news is they caught it early, the bad news is I have now joined another club no one wants the invite to, the dreaded cancer club. It was deja vu to the aneurysm call as I was biopsed on Thursday and I received the call from the doctor at 7:21 on Friday night. As a reminder, I was contacted by my doctor about the aneurysm at 6:35 on a Friday night. I spent the weekend trying to awake from a nightmare, as the last 8 weeks have been. So, as I learn even more coping mechanisms I will be in touch via blogs. Hopefully, if nothing else, my blogs will touch someone out there and give me strength!