Of course, we all expected that phrase to blanket media coverage when Mary Kennedy, estranged wife of Robert Kennedy Jr., was found dead. The media didn't disappoint.
However, so many of us also live - and are grateful for at least that - on the verge of panic of what will befall our own families next. We R the dysfunctionals. On the Eastern European side of the family (mother's maiden name was Miksza) passive suicide is rampant, fatal cancer happens at a young age, fatal alcoholism happens even earlier than that, prison time is par for the course, and after stays in mental hospitals the rest of the lifetime spent on SSI.
I felt I had dodged the curse. At least until last Friday when I underwent a breast biopsy. I explained to the attending doctors why I was convinced that I didn't inherit that set of genes with all the cancer. There was a briefing on Mendel. Then one doctor mentioned that breast and colon cancers tend to be linked in families. Both are in mine. I prepared to find a home for my 16.5 year cat Jason.
Today I found out yet again that I did dodge the family curse. Everything is okay. Was this a case of having a winning ticket in the genetic lottery or a mindset determined to beat back the darkness? My hunch is that blogging keeps me alive.




