(Makes me even more annoyed I never changed the URL for this blog.)
Came home to a letter from the Genetics Clinic. I was right. I'm a PALB2 mutant, and that's why I've got cancer.
I came home late, exhausted. Read that letter, freaked out and bounced off the walls for a couple of hours, and now I'm ready to collapse. So much to process. Can't do it now.
But one thing I know is: surgery can't come quick enough.