You always think, "This could never happen to me."

Hi Everyone,
First I want to say how sorry I am that I haven't been able to keep up with all your great posts lately.  It has been a difficult and busy time the past few days.  I still have them all saved to read when I get some time.  They are always a peaceful place for me to escape the craziness of the day and have "my" time.

My little sister (well, she's not so little anymore and only 2 years younger than me) was out on a date with her husband for their anniversary in early April.  During dinner her heart started acting funny, having some scary palpitations and she decided to go to the emergency room.  While she was there they decided to check her thyroid.  They found a nodule on it and set up an appointment with her doctor for an MRI (maybe a CAT scan, not sure).  The scan did indeed show a nodule on her thyroid.  A very small one, but still there.  She was scheduled for a biopsy just to be sure.  My mom has a history of thyroid disease and had her thyroid removed while she was actually pregnant with Nicole (my sister).  We all expected this to be the same thing.  Her biopsy was on Monday (May 12) and earlier today the nurse called to let her know that they were finalizing her biopsy results and scheduled her to come in for a consultation with a specialist this Friday morning.  Nicole called me and was a little worried at how quick the results came back and how urgent the nurse seemed in scheduling the consultation with a "specialist".  I tried my best to calm her and while I was on the phone with her she had to abruptly let me go because the doctor was calling on the other line.  About 5 minutes later my mother called me on her way home from work.  About 2 minutes into that conversation my sister was calling back on the other line, which immediately threw up a red flag for me.  I told Mom to hold on and answered Nicole's call.  When I clicked over there was soft sobbing and a tiny voice saying, "Jenn?"  I asked, "What's wrong, Nicole?  What is it?" And she just cried, "I have cancer."  And cried some more.  I told her to hold on, that our Mom was on the other line and I was going to have Mom call her.  She said ok and I clicked over.  I was a bit frantic and thinking back it may not have been wise to tell my mom that her daughter has cancer over the phone while she was driving.  I just clicked over and said, "Mom you have to call Nicole RIGHT NOW.  She has cancer."  My mom screamed and cried and screamed.  Finally she let me know she was calling her.  I clicked back over and let Nicole know.  We spent part of the late afternoon with Nicole and then I came home to sit and worry.  Her consultation is Friday morning.  I've been doing some research and there are a few different types of cancer.  The 2 most common have a high success rate for being cured.  VERY HIGH.  The other types don't have a good outlook at all.  There's really nothing more to look up until we know what kind she has.  I'm hoping they will let her know on Friday.  She has to have surgery pretty much right away to remove her thyroid and go from there.  I think my mind is doing a denial number on me.  Me, my mom, my sisters, my brother....we are so close.  I don't know what I'd ever do without her.  Please keep Nicole in your prayers.  We have a battle ahead of us.  If I don't get a chance to get on here a lot in the next coming weeks, I apologize.  I'm pretty scared.
Thanks guys.
Jenn

Me, Nicole and Mom when Nicole was born. 
July 1981