One of my biggest fears has successfully become my reality. I knew about the possibilities and this was always an acronym that was talked about amongst the doctor visits and kitchen counter top – CMV. How to prevent it, the risks, and all other things involving this disgusting inconvenience were things I knew. But here’s the thing… I never planned for this. CMV never made it to my nightly routine or next Saturday’s plans. How do you even plan for something so uncomfortable? It’s like knowing your destination but referencing a roadmap that doesn’t make sense. CMV was indeed distant cousins to transplant rejection and best friends with misery.