Genetic Cancer (Oct. 11)

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My sister called to say it’s a genetic cancer. I can choose to be tested to see if I have the same markers. If not, then no worries and my kids have no chance of it either. If I have the marker, then ALL my kids (boys and girl) can inherit it. It’s a more rare form of genetic markers. Her chances of reoccurring are very high, so she’s getting a mastectomy of both breasts. Also higher chances of developing ovarian cancer and such. Whoosh, what terrible news!

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