That little box. What does it hold? Well, specifically... my spit. It holds mama's saliva. And it got mailed off over 7 weeks ago to a genetic testing company. I'm waiting patiently for results. 6-12 weeks, to be precise.
How do you wait patiently for genetic testing results? By the grace of God. And a lot of ignoring that it's possible you could carry the BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene or any of the other 19 genes they are currently testing me for.
It all began earlier this year when my sister sent in her "sample" and was identified as carrying the BRCA1 gene. Life can get really simple when faced with this kind of information. Life matters.
You see there isn't a single life that exists that wasn't breathed into existence without God. He is never surprised by unexpected pregnancies or deaths or cancer. He is never surprised when we find out we carry a gene that all but guarantees what we've assumed our whole lives. And so... I trust Him. I trust that He knows what I don't. That He sees what I can't. And that His plan for my life includes any obstacle that brings me closer to Him.
Soon I'll get the call. The one where I'll sit down on speaker phone with my Mister and a genetic counselor. And although I have no idea if my call will sound like my sister's call did (well, I do have a 50/50 chance of it being the same), I know, like she does, that all is well. I don't have to be in control. Jesus is at the wheel.
This is in no way an advertisement for or endorsement of the genetic testing company we chose, but if you're curious, I'm happy to share that we used color. Genetic testing has become significantly more affordable and available. My test cost $249 but this month (October 2015) they are offering their testing for $199. Just so you know.