It’s been 3 weeks! (Post 27)

Yesterday was the end of the third week back at work.  The past three weeks have been eventful.  I have felt less like a person who went through major surgery and more normal each day.

My family whom all have an HMO finally received their test results. The sister above me and the sister 14 months younger then me are both negative.  We share the same parents.  This left a little bit of a question about where the BRCA2 came from.  My father died about 9 years ago so testing him was obviously out of the question.  My mom finally agreed to test and her HMO finally approved it.  While waiting for her results my youngest sister by 5 years tested. Her results came back positive.  She is 37 years old.  She has 2 kids.  Now she knows she has BRCA2.  My moms’s result certainly narrowed down which parent carries BRCA2.  My mom was still in denial until the Wednesday her Dr. Confirmed that she was a carrier of the mutation.  

As a mother I could feel my moms sorrow as she gave me her results.  Moms we are supposed to protect their kids.  We aren’t supposed to give them horrible gene mutations that will undoubtedly effect their lifespan.  I thought about this a lot.  She didn’t know and if she had would I not be here today?  I myself am a mom.  I have two amazing kids.  I can’t imagine my life without them but if I had known 12 years ago would I not have had them?  My kids may have BRCA2 if they know will it impact their decision to have kids?  I am in the same position as my mom because I am a carrier of the gene mutation and my kids have a 50% chance of having the mutation.  Statistically one of my kids has BRCA2.  While finding out may have saved

My life, has it destroyed theirs?

My sister that will celebrate her 38th birthday in a few days will do so with the heavy decisions that a BRCA2 carrier owns.  What will she decide to do?  Now her kids are in the same place as mine.  BRCA2, you horrible thing, there is only one way to stop you from ruining future generations.  It is with a heavy heart for my children and hers that I worry about the decisions they will have to make as they grow, fall in love, and decide to become parents.