She's A BRCA House or Hope Rests On A Foundation of Sand; Beware Falling Shoes
Jenny had therapy with her cancer coach today. As I have consistently noted, I find her coach to be a charlatan, but if Jenny finds solace there, its better than going to a faux shaman for gazillions and bajillions of dollars. It is a lot of HR kind of positivity, which I hate--stuff that seems to come out of a refugee Hallmark card content creator cum morning/afternoon talk show producer. That said, I won't argue with the way meeting with this person helps Jenny gaze forward to a possible future, rather than being stuck in the present morass or looking back in disappointment and anger. Therapy was 12:30 to 1:30 today. At 12:34, I get a text from Jenny, revealing that her cancer coach was found to have had the BRCA gene when she was diagnosed. BRCA is linked to ovarian, colon, breast and apparently pancreatic cancer. Jenny believes this changes everything with regard to her outlook. I've read a couple of journal art...