Olympe et le plafond de verre hypathie - Blog féministe et anti-spéciste Mangez Végétarien ! - Association végétarienne et information sur le végétarisme veggie poulette Osez le Clito ! Jardin Vegan Association Végétarienne de France Vigogne & Guanaco | Blog de culture et d'occupations végétales à quatre pattes Peggy Orenstein | Blog It’s taken me awhile to read the story I wrote in 2007 for MORE magazine on being tested for BRCA mutations. I find it difficult to go back and read anything I’ve written about cancer. It’s emotional, painful. I can’t really say whether that’s true-I haven’t read all the media. Was My Breast Cancer Just a Fluke? The thing I remember most about being told I had breast cancer was how the colors in my home office — where I’d been tidying up for the day, preparing to go to a movie with my husband — went flat. That spectrum shift was the first sign that I’d passed through an invisible membrane into the parallel universe of the ill. That was January 1997, only six weeks past my thirty-fifth birthday. As far as I knew, that was true. A week later, I read an article in the paper about a blood test that could detect inherited mutations in the BRCA genes, BRCA1 and BRCA2. There is a little bit of Vegas in predictive genetic testing, a roll of the statistical dice. Cardiovascular disease.