I am rarely given a straight answer on anything.

Last December as my Dad was dying he made a request.  He asked that we be tested for genetic pancreatic cancer.

My grandpa had it, my dad had it.  It made sense.

It took me 7 months to get it together.  I already had a really crappy genetic disorder, and I was not interested in hearing more about my faulty mutated genes.

But I did it.  Because I promised.

And in the midst of the chaos that was the week that was, I received a letter in the mail.

13 genes tested that are related to pancreatic cancer.

13 genes negative: NO CLINICALLY SIGNIFICANT VARIANTS DETECTED.

No guarantees.   But, life has none.

Simply a straight answer that actually doesn’t turn my stomach.

There is so much more to say, but for today.  Only this.  Only positive.  Only the good news that I passed none of these other mutations to my girl.

Deep breath.