“You need to come back for additional testing…” The words on that page hit my heart like daggers. It was a letter from the doctor’s office that offered no further explanation. I called the number as quickly as my fingers could push the buttons on my phone and got a recording. I left a message hoping for a quick response. Questions popped in my mind like thought bubbles over cartoon characters. What if it’s something bad? What if I die? Is it something I’m eating? What will happen to my children? My mind raced to all the people I knew who were fighting the battling with cancer or had already…