Over the past few months, BRCA has become part of everything that defines me. Of course, it’s always been there because we all have BRCA genes, mine just don’t do their assigned job of repairing damaged DNA. Because of that, it has become part of my identity and I’m okay with that but it isn’t everything. So for today’s #HBOCWEEK blog, I wanted to put down everything that I am. Aside from BRCA.
Meghan (/ˈmɛɡən/): only child; daughter; friend; college graduate; fatherless; strong; world traveler; German speaker; lover of France; ambitious; chai drinker; chocolate hater; shower singer; backseat driver; adventurous; fairly frequent flier; study abroad advocate; hello kitty obsessed; hot pink lipstick wearer; loyal; daydreamer; yogini; amateur baker; flip flop connoisseur; small town girl; gainfully employed; boater; independent; determined; brave.
I am this and so much more, I am more than BRCA — just like every other previvor I’ve had the opportunity to get to know, just like every survivor is more than cancer. See, the thing is that this disease permeates every part of you: physically, mentally and emotionally, but we are more than a word or an acronym or a disease.
So what’s your definition?