Then I discovered my ex, THE ex's, wife (whom I adore) was diagnosed with BC AND is High Risk only to further learn she is BRCA+. Talk about close to home. Then I became curious:
- is she on as strict of a surveillance regimen as I am?
- did her doctors inform her of her options?
- did they know the severity of the gene?
Then I received my pretty pink postcard letting me know they're scheduling January. And I still haven't called. Why? Because I'm scared. Because this shit never ends. Because every once in a while it feels better to put my head in a hole and act like I know nothing. But her response echoes my reasoning for testing even if my risk is lower:
Knowledge is power and as scary as it is being in the driver seat beats being taken down the road by cancer.