The "C" Word: Update of Our Kidnapping Story

This week, I found out that my parent has cancer. The same parent who kidnapped my newborn and put me through years of abuse as a child. It was a day filled with emotions I’m still trying to process.

When I first heard, I felt almost relieved. I know how awful that sounds. But to me, it felt like maybe this nightmare would finally come to an end. That maybe I’d finally be free.

But then, that relief vanished. I found out their cancer might be tied to a gene mutation, which means I now have to be tested. And suddenly, it’s like they’re back, holding onto me, pulling me back into the cycle I fought so hard to break free from. I’m terrified, furious, and somehow feeling like that hurt, powerless child all over again.

This news was like one last twist in a story I thought I was done with, a final 'screw you' that shakes up my life yet again. The truth is, healing from trauma is never a straight line, and today, I feel like I’ve been dragged back into places I’d worked so hard to leave behind. I’m scared, I’m angry, and honestly, I’m exhausted. But I’ll keep moving forward, even through the fear.

If you have experience with the BRCA gene mutation, please drop a comment below.

Krista xo