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August 03, 2004

Yesterday was my annual boob-smashing

You know how whenever you go to have those medical tests done they ask you for your medical history?

It seems like I always get someone who is mildly perturbed that I don't know my 'family' history in that I was adopted - I have no idea if I have a 'blood' relative who had breast cancer, diabetes or anything else.

Once again, I was asked, "Haven't you found your parents?"

I feel like Scooby Doo when people ask me that. Of couse I 'found' my parents. They were Mom and Dad, who adopted me and gave me everything possible, including more love than most kids get.

"No, I do not know who my biological parents are".

"Why not? Don't you want to find them?"

"No. Why should I complicate my life? Why should I complicate theirs?"

"Well, it's only natural to want to know where you came from."

"Is it? I know where I came from, and its not the DNA that makes me who I am as much as the incredible, wonderful life that my parents gave me growing up and for their entire lives."

I am really tired of nosey-assed people. Some of us are very happy with who we are, and really don't need to go find some mystery man or woman who was kind enough to let us live and be born. I have no intention of 'searching for my true parents'. What bullshit. Mom and Dad were my true parents. I wish they were still alive, but it is the nature of thing that our parents die before we do, most of the time.

So, any of you medical people out there - think twice before asking those questions - just accept it when we say, I don't know what diseases there might be in my 'family'. I was adopted.

Posted by Beth at August 3, 2004 05:50 AM