Ya wanna piece of me?--Taxi driver
Perhaps life or fate has a way of protecting you in some odd way. Graduation is one of my personal favorite celebrations, but this year, my last, was colored by interruption. Out with the old I guess. My brave face faltered in the end. I lost it at requests for group pictures.
If a hard to schedule geneticist says yes to a one hour meeting, then you take what you can get. A quick exit for me. I am no wiser as a result of this conversation. My lack of familial patterning, the mutation location on both BRCA 1 and 2 mind you, all turn up as flukes of nature. How much do we know about potential nutrient gene interactions? Still not enough.
The greatest fight is survival and thus my friends, I have decided to present myself once again on the chopping block and will have my ovaries removed. The good thing may be an oophorectomy increases survivability in us TN gals. Now I find this ironic as this cancer is non respondent to estrogen anyway, but we’ll have to have a read about the mechanism more closely.
But, how do I feel? So what if I’m not having any more babies, we still need our hormones. We kinda need them for things like maintaining bone density, joint and epithelial lubrication, skin turgor, heart disease prevention. Stuff like that. Aya, the only thing I can think about is De Niro. Well, lucky for him, he doesn’t have to worry about his ovaries.