A few weeks ago I had my yearly checkup with my lady Dr.
You know, the one who needs to check all my lady parts to make sure I’m healthy.
As she was going through my family history (again. Since I’ve only been visiting her for 15 years) she commented about my maternal Grandmother’s history of breast and ovarian cancer. (It took her life before mine began)
Dr. Lady Dr. asked if I’d like to have a blood test to see if I carry the gene as well.
She said it so casual and explained it was really easy to do and if the test is positive then I can make the decision then to then have a bilateral mastectomy and my ovaries removed.
After I left the office, reality hit me.
What if I’m positive for the gene?
What will I do then?
I’ve never tested positive for anything good or bad. I hate tests!!!
Then I pushed those thoughts to the back of my brain and focused on our impending graduation, family arriving, party planning yadda yadda yadda……
Dr. Lady Dr. finally called me on Thursday of last week.
I’m negative for the BRCA gene.
Which means, I have the same chances of getting breast & ovarian cancer as someone who doesn’t have a family history of it.
Which means something. Well, which means I can still get it.
Which was a huge relief after I hung up the phone with her.
I didn’t realize how stressed I was about it until I got the call.
Would you take the test?
I feel that with all the technology we should be prepared for whatever we can be prepared for.
Me? If I had tested positive, I’m fairly certain I’d have my bits and pieces removed. Some of them, I’m already done with.
I know it wouldn’t be easy…but I really want to be here for the long haul.
You know….just to annoy my people for as long as I can….because I’m so good at it.
My new tagline: Annoying
my people since 1967!