Our Kidnapping Story - Update

So, ya know the parent who abused me , the same one who kidnapped my oldest son when he was just a newborn? Well, they have cancer.

It's hard to put into words how I felt when I found out my abusive parent had cancer. It was like being told I was finally going to be free. A wave of excitement hit me.

To anyone who hasn't experienced abuse, this might sound cruel. You’re probably judging me right now, and that’s okay. Honestly, I’m glad you’ve never had to go through what I did. (If you don't know what happened... here, watch this.)

But that feeling came crashing down HARD when I found out their cancer could be linked to the BRCA gene mutation. The last thing my anxiety can handle is the thought of possibly carrying a gene that could raise my cancer risk by up to 80%! And if I do have it, that means my kids could have it too. I can’t even stay calm when they have a fever, for crying out loud!

The biggest question I keep getting asked; Am I now in contact with this parent?

And the answer is; kind of...

I’m not talking to my abusive parent, but I am talking to their spouse. Why? Honestly, I just want to know how things are progressing. And I want to find out if they end up testing positive for the BRCA gene.

I won’t be offering any support. I won’t be letting them back into my life, and I definitely won’t be allowing them into my kids’ lives. Cancer or not, this parent should’ve been locked up for what they did.

Here's the weird part...

This past Monday, they were to start chemo. The day before, I received a text from my step parents cell phone. However, it was OBVIOUSLY typed up by my parent. I attached the image below so you can take a looksie.

Why did I redact so much from that text message?!

I have made a video on this, because I think it's very important for people to understand why I refuse to give away this parents identity. Make sure to fast forward to the time: 6 mins and 2 seconds.

This parent has, as long as I can remember, always tried to become "famous" for one thing or another. And they’ve always gone about it by playing the victim and profiting off others. Now, with the large platform I have, one that happened by accident, I do everything I can to make sure I don’t cause harm to anyone. If I were ever to "out" this parent while they’re still alive, I truly believe it would cause even more harm.

Now, with that said... let's go back to that text message.

See the pink arrow? That right there was my parents FULL NAME. For some reason, they texted both my sibling and I and used their full name. It would be like me texting my kids and being like; "Update for Krista London. November 24 ### Yesterday was a big day...."

This text message was sent as a group text to myself and my sibling. Kind of weird way to talk to your own children right?!

Anyways... the next part of this text message had me actually questioning things.

I'm going to type out this section, and use MY name, and MY gender, so you can understand how they typed it out.

"Krista learned that she will likely loose her hair following the first chemo appointment! This was devastating news for Krista! Deep down, Krista thought her hair wouldn't be affected by the chemo! The surgeon really burst her bubble!"

Doesn't that sound like a Chat GPT response? Or just wildly scripted?! I started actually wondering if this parent actually has cancer, or if they've concocted this entire story. I don't know if I'm internally hoping it's a lie because then I wouldn't have to worry about the BRCA gene mutation. Or if I truly believe it's a lie. This is one debate that I definitely will need to have with a therapist LOL.

Have I been tested yet for the BRCA gene mutation?

Nope! Do I want to be? Absolutely!

So, here’s the deal, I live in Ontario, Canada, and our healthcare system has seriously gone downhill over the past couple of years. Trying to see your family doctor feels impossible. In the last month, I’ve called my doctor’s office eight times, leaving a voicemail each time. Their answering machine clearly states not to leave more than one voicemail and promises a call back within 72 hours. And yet... here we are. Not a single call back.

For the record, I can go another route to get the testing done, but the waitlist for that is apparently just under 12 months.

So, for now, I just sit and wait because there’s not much else I can do. But let me tell you, my anxiety has been through the roof this month!

Krista xo