My wife handed me the phone and a wave of fear washed over me. My doctor was calling me back with the results of some blood tests. But it was Sunday night after 7 p.m. and I thought my doctor's calling me so late on a weekend couldn't be good. I went to take the phone from my wife and my head started spinning. What if I received bad news? I couldn't stop my racing thoughts and then my 10-year old daughter ran up to me to tell me something just as I said hello to my doctor. I shooed my daughter away and rushed into the downstairs bathroom to be able to hear my doctor.