The fire burns inside all of us. Even when nearly extinguished there always exists one spark that can be nurtured back into a raging inferno. I'm still reeling from the news that my unborn son's life may be in jeopardy. My wife and I were flying high, riding the wave of good news and fortune that seems to arise in the wake of a happy courtship, wedding and first year of marriage. Additionally we didn't have much difficulty getting pregnant. We were following our doctors advice and doing the diligent testing at each step of pregnancy. When a genetic test came back informing us that my wife was a carrier of a rare disease the next step was of course for me to get tested as well.
Mind you I wasn't expecting to come back with some sort of perfectly clean genetic report card. My arms are long enough for a man at least a foot taller than me. I'm pretty sure I'm dyslexic based on how many spelling errors I have while typing this. My sister recently underwent prenatal genetic screening and informed me I was a potential carrier for cystic fibrosis. Basically I expected my genes to come back and have them say it's a miracle you are alive, looks like you are mostly human with a hodgepodge of chimpanzee DNA spliced in all of the gaps. Never in my wildest dreams would I expect my results to come back positive for the exact same thing as my wife!
We were shocked. It was like being slapped in the face and punched in the stomach at the same time. That was two days ago. I have prayed and meditated and slept since then. Additionally this morning we were seen by one of the top genetic doctors in NYC. He performed an Amniocentesis and sent the samples off to be analyzed. At this moment I feel as good as I can under the circumstances. Everything that could be done has been done. Now we have to wait 3 weeks for the results to come back. The only thing we can focus on between then and now is that there is a 75% chance that everything is ok.