I’ve outlived my father.

He died at the ripe old age of 43 from renal cell cancer.  His mother, too, had renal cell cancer – not once, but twice.  These facts have never drifted far from my mind however since my breast cancer diagnosis, these facts began to loom over my head giving me a sense of impending doom.

Fuck the doom.  Genetic testing results in.  NEGATIVE.

Luck of the draw this cancer is.  Just luck of the draw.  No genetic predisposition toward this cancer or any other.


Relief is what I feel.  I’ve not handed my children the legacy of cancer.  FUCK.