…and also don’t think your risk of having the disease is high enough to warrant the expense.
I’m talking about Huntington’s Disease. On the surface, I can see why the doctor might consider this as a possibility because of my symptomology (I have “chorea” of some type, he says). However, Huntington’s is almost always present in a victim’s pedigree. It exhibits autosomal dominance, meaning that you shouldn’t have to go way back to find someone in your lineage that has the condition. No one on either side of my family have Huntington’s, which usually strikes in your 30s. It’s not a disease that hides. Eventually it makes itself known.
There is the possibility that a spontaneous mutation occurred in my parents’ germ lines. The likelihood of me receiving any spontaneous mutation from my parents is high, I’ll grant you, but the likelihood of that mutation being right there on the Huntington gene is extremely low.
I called my insurer and asked if they would cover the genetic test. No, they said. The cost of the test is $2K. I have $2K. But that’s a lot of money to me, especially since I’ll be upset with the results either way. If I come up negative, I’ll be angry that I wasted $2K for something I know I don’t have. If I come up positive…well, I’ll probably take off from work and stare blankly across the river for a few hours. Or days.
But my doctor really wants me to get the test done so we can rule it out. sigh I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be that “difficult” patient…I’m always afraid of that. But I won’t get peace of mind knowing that I don’t have it, since I don’t think I have it anyway. That $2K could go towards a used car when mine finally goes home to Jesus, which could be any day now. It could be used for a down payment on a house (yay me, I’m finally thinking about home ownership). It could be used to shore up my emergency fund, which right now only covers a three months of expenses. And if I do have the disease and get so debilitated that it’s obvious, $2K could go to the wild traveling-around-the-world adventure that I would feel entitled to. Or maybe to making my life as comfortable as possible before going into a nurse home (which would be years away, probably). I don’t know. I’ve never had thoughts like this before.
Am I being a fool? What would you do if you were me?
Please moderator: fix the title to “don’t want to know the answer”. I messed up!