The phone rang promptly at 8 a.m. this morning and, still clad in my pajamas and robe, I noted the caller ID on the screen and knew the answer I’d been waiting for was on the other end of the line.
I let the phone ring a third time so I could acknowledge the moment I was in. The next moment, when I picked up the phone, would change my future one way or the other.
Mercifully, the answer I got from the genetic counselor was the one I’d been hoping for.
Of the 17 genes tested from my blood sample, none showed a mutation related to breast cancer. Not BRCA 1 or 2, not PALB2, not BRIP1, nor any of the remaining genes, too many to be named here, that increase the risk.
If you saw me today, you might have said that I stood a little straighter, breathed a little deeper, and felt a little lighter. You often don’t realize how heavy a burden is until you can put it down.