There is a cloying feeling in the pit of my stomach -- I am worried for you. I am worried that you will get a diagnosis that will be hard to take. I am worried that you will be hurt. I am worried that I will be helpless to change things. I am a palliative, not a cure. I am a helper, not a difference-maker.
You deserve all good things, not bad. You deserve to have a family some day, and children that you will give birth to. You deserve these things and so much more.
You do not deserve the fate of your female forebears. You deserve better -- though your flesh is genetically identical. You deserve the best.
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