I am rarely given a straight answer on anything.
Last December as my Dad was dying he made a request. He asked that we be tested for genetic pancreatic cancer.
My grandpa had it, my dad had it. It made sense.
It took me 7 months to get it together. I already had a really crappy genetic disorder, and I was not interested in hearing more about my faulty mutated genes.
But I did it. Because I promised.
And in the midst of the chaos that was the week that was, I received a letter in the mail.
13 genes tested that are related to pancreatic cancer.
13 genes negative: NO CLINICALLY SIGNIFICANT VARIANTS DETECTED.
No guarantees. But, life has none.
Simply a straight answer that actually doesn’t turn my stomach.
There is so much more to say, but for today. Only this. Only positive. Only the good news that I passed none of these other mutations to my girl.