Well it's next sunday the 10th that I head to NIH. I'm getting nervous. I wish I knew what to expect. I know to check in then it's a total mystery of what to expect. I need to start making a list of the lists of things I need to do. I was standing in line at the supermarket this evening and it hit me, this time next week I'll be at NIH. This is really not what I had in mind for a vacation this year, but I'm still excited about going. There's the fear that they will tell me that there's nothing wrong with me, that it's all in my head, to go home, lose weight and go on anti-depressents. like the other doctors, and I will still be sick and alone with no hope of ever being better. My sister says she's not going to die before I get back. I told her she better not or when I got to the other side she would pay. Things you can only say to a sibling. I'm so thankful that my Mother kept trying to have a son, other wise not only would I not be here but I wouldn't have 3 older sisters, who are inspite of being bossy, are still a major blessing.