Probably not a good way to start year 32. Nor the normally delightful Fall.

But I come home, stomach already churning from an hour's flight of twisting and turning over the mountains trying to find all ten of our radio collared bighorns, and youngest son says...

"You're supposed to call Mom."

Well that sounds ominous. So is the lack of any answer from her cell phone.

Did she say what she wanted?

"They got the results of her untrasound back. They found a large nodule..."

He's worried, but trying not to show it. I try her office phone.

We see the specialist tomorrow morning.

They're not wasting any time...