Addison’s disease: Best news ever!
I just got a call from my endocrinologist’s office. The results to the test we’ve been waiting for are finally in. I held my breath while the nurse explained the test and what it had found.
I hung up the phone and cried for a moment. Not out of sadness, but of relief.
My disease is just that, my disease.
The test revealed with 95 percent accuracy that at least my Addison’s disease is not hereditary.
Not hereditary. Just seeing those words on this screen is such an amazing relief. I’m really overwhelmed by it.
The chances that Margaret will develop Addison’s disease is the same as every other person, 1 in 100,000. I can live with those odds. It’s bad enough Margaret is burdened with my anxiety and my disease-ridden family history, let alone my almost-translucent, cancer-prone skin.
Being able to cross this worry off my list feels wonderful.