I’m psychotically hunter-gatherer in my informational needs when I want to know what is going on with my health or someone with whom I share DNA. It makes you freak yourself out but also knowing “stuff” makes you feel better at the same time.
When I miscarried, my body worked “perfectly” according to the doc. Yeah, a**hole, so why didn’t it work perfectly to keep the little sucker in there, huh?? Answer me that!!!
I’m sorry all this is happening, your entire attitude is amazing and if I could, I would totally come over to your house with tons of chocolate and we can make Excel charts with the intersecting points represented by milk chocolate covered caramels.