Poker Face

I was confused when all my health problems started falling down on me. It was as if God was planning a surprise party for me, but the surprise wasn't all that great. Coming home after my first appointment that pointed toward trouble, I recieved a phone call from my doctor less than an hour from leaving the office. Wow. Your life changes that quickly. My thoughts were,

Hey God,

 Um... I just talked to you yesterday, and you gave me no heads up about this. Nice poker face, but... what in the world?!?! What do I do? All my life I have followed Your word, and praised Your grace. And now, I'm in a state where my life may be in danger, not to mention my ability to reproduce might be tossed out the window. How did we get to here Lord? I know that being 21 means that my youthfulness is on my side. Deep down I want to complain about this still, because to me, everything was almost perfect. But that would be ungrateful. I know you're with me. I'll be your ballerina, as long as you keep me on my toes.
Lets do this.

I'll be done with my finals tomorrow. School has been a blessing in disguise, it has kept me focused and unable to freak out. I'm hoping this doesn't hit me like a ton of bricks when I finish taking my last final.

Pshhh. Keep on, keepin' on, Becks.

what?

My name is Rebecca.
I'm 21,
and as of today
I have a gyno-oncologist.