If I could meet my birth mother… I would kick her ass.
Proto-oncogene BCR-abl 9q.
That is my genetic code. Just recently discovered by my hard working leuk team here in the holyland. And this little gift which could only come from one source, is pulling my life apart. I can get all the silly transplants I want and lucky me – I’ll just keep producing blasts. It’s all my genetic code knows how to do.
I’m pretty sick (no pun intended) of having mystery genetics that kick my ass anytime and anywhere they want. I’d like to be able to blame someone face-to-face. So if I could meet my birth mother now… I am pretty sure she’d get a swift kick in the pants rather than the previous plan I had of the cute little grateful adoptee hallmark reunion.
From “Grace” with Love - for that little added bonus of having one of the only genetic combos that won’t react to the god gleevec.
Your genetics suck. Yet it’s all I know of you.