After being thrown back and forth between like 4 doctors (where I picked up something nasty, but I'm pretty sure it's just a bad cold), my husband had a colonoscopy this morning. Good news: no crohn's. Bad news: he has a family history of colon cancer and they found and removed several polyps that they are testing for cancer.

I'm not panicking until we get the results back.

I'm not going to lie, this wasn't something I anticipated dealing with as a 22-year-old when I got married as a 20-year-old. I didn't think something like this would happen until we were much older. It's just sort of surreal.