I wrote this about my MS diagnosis a few days ago:
The day before "D Day" I was on the edge. The anticipation of knowing whether I was sick or not was eating me alive. I was walking around the house like a zombie. The thoughts in my head were loud. I couldn't focus. I was trying to keep a smile on my face for my two-year daughter. Anxiety was building up to the point I felt breathless. My heart was pounding, my stomach was turning and yet kept my head up. That evening before I was diagnosed--I put my young daughter to bed first. Once she was asleep I went and took a hot shower. There I cried and was begging to the Lord. I didn't care if I was talking to myself out loud. This was a time in my life where I was really drawn to God. God has always been in my heart and in my mind, but on this occasion he was all I could think about.