When you find out someone in your family has cancer, you feel terrible for them. That’s happened to me three times. My mom died from ovarian cancer at 62. One of my sisters died from breast cancer. And I have another sister with breast cancer who’s already had to have a mastectomy.
As terrible as I feel for my sister, I was also very worried about my own health. If my sisters had breast cancer, was I destined to have it, too?
Rather than go through life worrying about it, I decided I wanted to know, one way or another. If the news was bad, at least I could prepare myself for a fight. I could know and wouldn’t have to live with the uncertainty.
They compared mine to my sister, who had previously had breast cancer. It turns out I don’t have the gene she had, which is the one that brought on the cancer in her. The certified genetic counselor at the clinic explained it all to me. You can imagine how relieved I was to learn this.
I know it’s not 100% certain that I won’t ever get some kind of cancer. But at least I don’t have the same elevated risk that my sister had. It feels so great just to get the burden of worrying lifted.
Now I can get back to spending more time with my grandchildren and living life without waiting for the other shoe to drop. I think anyone who is in the same situation I was in should get tested.