I was watching a documentary on PBS (I know, how do I do it?--so darn hip) and it was about a woman who found out she has the BrCa1 gene for breast cancer. She has a 90% chance in her lifetime of developing breast cancer and about a 50% chance of developing ovarian cancer. She is 31. I finally had to stop watching it. It was making me think too deeply for my little brain. Like, what would I do if I found out I had something like that? Would I live my life differently? Would I have prophylactic mastectomies? I don't know, it was just too much for me tonight. I really don't like to cry and, gosh darn it, I was doing just that. So, I decided to see if anyone had emailed me (no, they hadn't) and then started blogging. Yes, avoidance works for me sometimes. So, thanks for being there, computer. I am going to bed now. I know, I will have puffy eyes and my nose will be all congested in the morning.
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I have a 50% chance of having the gene that my mother did, which would cause me to have her terminal illness. I can go get tested for it, but it would just cause me to worry about it nonstop. I've come to terms with the fact that it's simply out of my control and worrying about it will not make a difference.
Deciding to get tested to see if you have certain genes that could cause you to get sick is a person choice. I mean, you never know, someone who has no history in the family could get sick...which is what happened to my mom.
Should I email you then?
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