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Alright, evidentally I can't edit my last post.

Thanks to everyone for their concern. And thank goodness for the boy. I called up this morning after about 6 hours of crying in bed, he came over and cheered me up and watched a movie with me. At that point I was actually able to call and talk to her for a little bit, and even get up and do something productive with my day. Small victories. We'll see how tomorrow goes.
I was kinda hoping this would be the year I could get through without any major emotional trauma. I have this picture on the fridge of a family reunion from a few years back. I was looking at it... of the people related to me, every single person in the picture aside from me has been diagnosed with cancer. The youngest in the picture died of it 4 years ago, and the oldest will soon. How is it that I went from feeling fairly normal to feeling like I'm in the eye of a shit-storm of toxicity?