All it took was hearing two little letters from the doctor to alter my entire reality. To suck any hope I had left in me completely away. Hope that I could get better, hope that this pain would some day go away, hope that I could get back to my 5 mile a day run, hope that I would take that afro-cuban dance class I always wanted to, hope that I could get back to making dinner for my family, hope that I would run barefoot in the sand with my son showing him how I trained for track when I was in school, hope that there might be a second baby grown in my womb. Two little letters and my life and dreams have been completely shattered.