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As a young girl, Raychel Kubby Adler dreamed of having boobies. Wearing a polka-dot bikini top stuffed with Kleenex, she would stare in the mirror envisioning two beautiful coconuts. But in the next 36 years, her outlook shifts, and when she looks in the mirror, all she sees sitting on her chest are ticking time bombs.
Life in Asymmetry tells the story of what happened in between. From the “flatlands” of puberty, across the “boobie mountains” of parenthood, and traversing the “landmines” of genetic breast cancer, Adler illuminates what it means to live with genetic cancer and to be a “previvor.” In this dazzling memoir, Adler looks at the interplay of genetics, personal choice and chance that shapes each of our lives and asks us to explore the course of actions we might take when offered a unique glimpse into our possible futures.
By telling her story, Adler brightens the horizon for future generations of previvors, including her two daughters–so that they may know the unmarred beauty of life’s asymmetry.
Let them imagine coconuts.
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Stanford Web Tool Helps Patients Weigh Cancer Risk - Four years ago, Raychel Kubby Adler opted to have a prophylactic double mastectomy because of a genetic mutation that gave her an 87 percent lifetime chance of developing breast cancer. Now, the mother of two daughters and a wellness coach in Davis is considering having her ovaries removed. Full article Belonging - The article below was to appear in this months, The Vine, but the newsletter is sadly going on hiatus for an indefinite time, so except for here, this piece will not be published. Writing for The Vine has been my most consistant writing gig these past few years and I will miss the opportunity to… Appointment with an Oncologist - If you knew that I don’t have cancer, you might find it strange to hear I have regular appointments with an Oncologist. You might also scratch your head as I throw around terms like transvaginal ultrasound and prophylactic salpingo-oophorectomy. You see, I wait for appointments in the same waiting area with people who are suffering… Life Recipe - My twelve-year-old, Marley, is a whirling dervish in the kitchen—wielding a whisk and a knife like they are extensions of her arms and easily using terms like chiffonade and zest. She made a poached egg the other day and regularly works on perfecting her omelets. She fries up plantains and hand-cut, seasoned French fries and… Hey Kid, How About An E-Cigarette? - When I applied to graduate school I imagined graduating and teaching health education to youth, but actually, I became the “Mad Woman” of Tobacco Control. As a graduate student in Public Health I was particularly interested in the marketing of healthy and unhealthy behaviors. Being that my program took place at Rutgers University in 1998,… Growing Up Co-Op : Share yours and enter contest below - Photo credit to Heather Martin and her cutie-pie Maisy. When my husband Mitchel and I were done with graduate school and trying to decide where to live for his post-doc, it was between Berkeley and Davis. Before graduate school in New Jersey the past four years we’d lived in the East Bay of California, so… Emerald & Gold: Treasured Swimming Holes of Central California - A note to those who are following the part of my blog that is snippets of my memoir, Life in Asymmetry. Today’s post is not part of that series. The next installment, about getting my period, is coming soon. For today, my tips for swimming holes in the Central California area. ____________________________ A few months… Mosquito Bites - Then they arrived. Puberty brought me little perkies, or technically, “breast buds,” as my pediatrician Dr. Zanvil called them at my appointment. As if that weren’t embarrassing enough, he then used his three middle fingers to probe at my barely-there chest. Then, to lend insult to injury, he proceeded to place my mom’s hands on… Buds - As a little girl, I dreamed of having boobies. Wearing a blue polka-dot bikini top under my clothes and stuffing it with Kleenex, I stared, long and hard at myself in the full-length mirror behind my bedroom door, imagining what would one day grow on my chest. Other days I dressed in the souvenir coconut-shell… Being Visible - Today is my blogging debut. Yesterday I listened to a webinar on visibility with social media goddesses Denise Wakeman and Rebekah Radice, and I was impressed that they both knew it was their 10 year blog-a-versary. I wasn’t sure when I had started blogging, which seemed like a sign that I have not really been…