I’m a mutant! 

I figured, with my new status, I should have some kind of alter ego…this one seems to fit the bill:
Purple hair 
Badass attitude 
RBF 
Perfect body <in progress>
Perfect rack <coming soon>

In all seriousness, I received a call from my genetic counselor (yes, you get one of those sometimes with this diagnosis). Turns out, we have the answer as to why I developed breast cancer, seemingly out of nowhere with barely any family history.

I have the BRCA2+ and CHEK2+ genetic mutations. You can Google the specifics, if you’d like, but the short of it is that I have an increased lifetime chance of up to 85% of developing breast cancer (of course, the ONE TIME I am like the general population ) and an increased chance of developing ovarian, colon, pancreatic, and skin cancers.

It’s overwhelming to think, that just by existing, my body is a ticking time bomb…waiting for the moment that proteins combine just right or for a cell to grow or reproduce just slightly off kilter and BAM…

BUT, if you know me…. Fuck that noise.

So, we’re doing the bilateral mastectomy (already decided). I will possibly have my ovaries removed during that surgery (they will be coming out regardless). I will need to have colonoscopies every 3-5 years with yearly GI appointments. I will need to have photo documented dermatology appointments every year.

Because I’ll be damned if I don’t get to see my girls grow up- all the way up.
Because I’ll be damned if I don’t get to love – and torture – M for the rest of ever.
Because I’ll be damned if I have to do this again.

I really like this super hero image I found. I’m imagining the pink fire she has shooting out of her hand as love. ‘Cause #lovealwayswins.

Love and Light, Always