D.G. and I went out for his birthday tonight. We stuffed ourselves with fabulous food and then I went on a perfectly innocent trip to the washroom. There was blood, not a lot and not new blood, but enough to freak me out and ruin our evening. (Well really any amount of blood is enough to freak me out right now.) I want to believe I just overdid the scrubbing of the bathroom floors this morning, but I can't write this off and not worry. How do I make myself believe that there is still a chance things are okay?