Just as you're wrapping your head around what the payout will mean for your family, the lottery commission calls to say that they've evaluated your official form, and it's unclear whether you indeed bubbled in the correct numbers or not (I know this is improbable, but go with it). Then they tell you that hope isn't all lost, because there will be a special hearing to decide whether you are entitled to the lottery winnings. But if you go through with the hearing, there's a small chance you'll not only NOT WIN the money, you may actually be charged a hefty fine instead.
The answer seems obvious -- you take the risk of the fine, because the potential winnings are so great. You close your eyes and pray, because you know in your heart it's a technicality, that those numbers are really yours, that you're entitled. But it's out of your control. It's not something you can weigh in on; there's no oath you can swear that will magically sway the commission's votes in your favor. It is absolutely out of your hands. All you can do is hope that you really did win, that your tiny error in shading in the damn bubbles won't come back to haunt you. That if by any chance you don't win (God forbid!), you'll survive and move forward and not wallow in self-loathing or guilt or what-ifs.
If you're reading this, you probably care about me, so I'm asking you, please pray, hope, wish upon a star that the "lottery commission" will grant us our winnings. That the situation we find ourselves in will get resolved, so we can stop obsessing over it and move on with the blessings we'd already started counting.