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The picture above is a wishing well in San Francisco’s Japanese Tea Garden. \u201cWishing Well\u201d is also my\u00a0title for an\u00a0essay of mine that just appeared in the Washington Post<\/em>. That\u2019s a terrible title for our Internet age of tags and clicks and not caring whatsoever about clever titles with double allusions that mean nothing to anyone who hasn\u2019t read the essay. Which why would they because what the hell is it about, anyway? Why take a risk on something that sounds confusing and suspiciously literary?<\/p>\n So the Washington Post<\/em>\u2019s title gets right down to it: \u201cMy legacy to my daughters: BRCA and cancer?\u201d<\/a> That\u2019s\u00a0right: My essay is about an unwelcome legacy in our family; what it\u2019s like as a mother dealing with the fact that I might have passed on the gene that greatly elevates the risk of breast and ovarian cancer to my daughters; and how they feel about getting tested for the BRCA mutation. If you haven\u2019t read my essay, you might want to do so now before reading the rest of this post. (In other words: \u201cSpoiler Alert!\u201d)<\/p>\n The essay ends on an ambiguous note, which prompted a Washington Post<\/em> reader to ask, \u201cBut where is the ending? What about Emma?\u201d<\/p>\n What about Emma, indeed? It\u2019s so hard not to\u00a0know what happened! At the time I wrote the essay, and at the considerably later time when it was accepted, we did not know Emma\u2019s BRCA status because she did not want to know. Those of us who dwell in the BRCA land of No Good Choices in the Face of Risk swing back and forth between twin slogans: \u201cKnowledge is Power\u201d and \u201cIgnorance is Bliss.\u201d Emma chose the latter, as did I for a while, until my own uterine cancer forced me to come into knowledge I did not necessarily want to possess. So I understood Emma\u2019s decision, even though it made me anxious. (If she had decided otherwise, I also would have been anxious.)<\/p>\n This is how things were for three years. Then Emma changed her mind about testing. Partly time softens us for readiness. But what really made the difference for Emma was an NPR report<\/a> about how women who work with someone with breast cancer are less<\/em>\u00a0likely to get their own routine screenings because they are frightened seeing the disease up close and personal. Their denial snapped Emma out of hers (another reason you should support NPR).<\/p>\n Less than two weeks\u00a0before my\u00a0essay was published, Emma learned her test results. She does not have the BRCA mutation. We cannot believe our good fortune that both daughters have dodged this bullet. The wishing well granted my wish!<\/p>\n I debated long and hard about whether to contact the Washington Post<\/em> editor to add an epilogue. After all, as the reader\u2019s plea reminds us, we like to know how things end. We especially like a happy ending, and I feel a bit churlish to have withheld it.<\/p>\n But it so easily could have gone the other way. I had also seriously debated whether or not I would ask the editor to pull the essay altogether had Emma\u2019s news been bad.<\/p>\n In the end, I decided to leave the essay as it stood. The point, after all, is that legacy is multi-faceted, we rarely know\u00a0the ending of anything, and we must bear the anxiety of not knowing (especially as parents). The flip of the coin went our way this time, but it won\u2019t for many facing the same dilemma, and it won\u2019t for us other times. That\u2019s just how life goes.<\/p>\n But for you, dear Shrinkrapped reader, I’m happy to provide a happy ending to this particular story, and happier still to have one to provide!<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The picture above is a wishing well in San Francisco’s Japanese Tea Garden. \u201cWishing Well\u201d is also my\u00a0title for an\u00a0essay of mine that just appeared in the Washington Post. That\u2019s a terrible title for our Internet age of tags and … Continue reading