There are things about ourselves we choose to know, things we would rather not know, and things we don't even realize are available for us to know. Genetics can fall somewhere in the middle. Some people are eager to know everything their DNA might reveal. Others understandably wonder whether knowing would simply give them something else to worry about. I understand both perspectives. But I have come to see genetic information somewhat differently. I don't think of it as a pre

On May 18, 2026, I had my final reconstructive breast surgery. My surgeon reconstructed my left breast, created a new mammary fold, performed a capsulectomy, and placed a new implant. My left breast is finally symmetrical with my right. Most people probably never noticed the difference. To the outside world, it may have seemed insignificant. But I noticed it every day. It was a small reminder of everything my body had endured and everything that was still unfinished. Now, for