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.
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.