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Remember when I swished the mouthwash?

Remember the weeks of “what if?”

Well, the waiting is over.

Results are in.

 

I thought for sure I was a carrier of the BRCA gene mutation.

But, I’m not.

I’M NOT.

Feels good to type that.

I’M NOT A CARRIER OF THE BRCA GENE MUTATION.

I’m relieved. Ecstatic, actually. Above all else, I’m thankful. Incredibly thankful.

I’m thankful that I don’t have to make any life-altering decisions. I don’t have to decide whether or not our family is complete. I don’t have to decide whether or not (or would it be when) to have surgery. I don’t have to decide whether to throw off my hormones for the rest of my life and try to maintain my health with medications.

Decisions aside, I’m thankful that I don’t have to envision my children watching me suffer.

This is incredible news.

 

 

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