I was sitting next to my husband in a sterile hospital room. I was so nervous; pools of sweat had already gathered beneath my arms.
The genetic counselor, across the table from us, removed a piece of paper from the white envelope in her hand. She knew we were anxious to hear the results, so she got right to the point. “You have tested positive for the gene that cause Huntington’s disease” she said.
I didn’t say anything right away. I just nodded and glanced quickly at my husband. I didn’t want to cry because I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.Read more on themighty.com