Tomorrow we have the boys first appointment at Doernbecher. Hadley was treated at Doernbecher. Her oncologists there referred her to hospice. It's a place I love, but had hoped to never have the need to return to. Damn. It. Just, damn it.
Tomorrow they will have their little cheeks swabbed for DNA samples so we can check and see if they inherited my MSH2 or Brandon's. One itty bitty teeny tiny piece of DNA...it's caused SO much havoc. Broken our hearts. Now we see if they've inherited this defect too. If they have, we'll start cancer screening right away.
This is one of those times I'd much rather shake my fist in protest and then go on with my life as if I'd never learned whatever it was that was troubling me so much. Ignorance is bliss, but it's also ignorance. The boys deserve to be cared for. They deserve the best chance at a healthy life possible. But really, damn it all. DAMN.IT.
Why couldn't we have known before? Could this knowledge have saved Hadley? Will it be enough to save the boys?