Today marked the beginning of some new tests…to help confirm whether or not I have a rare genetic syndrome. Not only am I doing this for myself but also to see if my parents have it. Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, my father suffered a stroke. I found out after I had just settled down to some wine with friends. I sped across town, wet faced, wondering if I had done these tests last year (when a family friend suggested it) would it have helped my dad? No matter how many tests I do, or whatever preventative measures I take…it seems like I am destined for a sad sack life.