I hate when my mind makes me irrational 😓

My mom is getting an endoscopy and a colonoscopy today to figure out what's going on with her low iron levels. I know it takes 2-3 weeks to get results for those things, so it's not like we're going to get any answers anytime soon, yet I'm all anxious like we are. On top of that, my mom doesn't seem too concerned, her doctor doesn't seem concerned, my sister isn't worried in the least bit and my dad is mildly concerned but not that it could be something serious. Really, the only person freaking out over it is me. Even if it is likely to be something serious, again, we're not going to find out until later, so there's no sense in me worrying! I just hate how my damn mind works. This is why I already have grey streaks when I'm going on 32.