Ok, I just need to take a step back and breathe. Things will be okay, I said to myself. There’s treatment, there’s pills to help your immune system out.

What am I saying? It still doesn’t change the fact that we’re infected anyway. Will kids get bullied in school for that? I hope not.

“Hazel, can you at least pay attention to me for a second?” Ms. Andrews sternly brought me back to earth. I shook my head and said, “I’m sorry, just all this stuff happening lately is making me zone very easily.”

“So do you know what your plan is? Are you to keep your baby? And what treatment do you plan to take?”

And then….I began laughing. Ms. Andrews looked at me like I was some nut job…well I was in therapy wasn’t I? “You know, for the first time ever, fate has thrown at me some rocks that I wasn’t prepared to catch. I don’t know what to do. But I’ll get to it eventually.” And I left the therapy session in a fit of hysterics.

Though I was sort of laughing at was has happened to me…I didn’t care.