I had been coughing for a few days, so I finally went to the doctor. After a lot of tests, I came back home feeling completely overwhelmed. Taylor was lying in our bedroom. I quietly lay down next to her, curled up in her arms, and before I could even explain anything, I started crying. When I finally managed to speak, I told her the doctor had found serious damage to my throat. Singing would only make it worse, and he strongly recommended that I stop singing altogether.