While driving up to Altus on Friday I was waiting for a phone call. A very important phone call from Tristan's doctor... the geneticist. Because of spotty cell service I missed the call but was able to reach Mason soon after he had spoken with the doctor from home.
"What did she say" I asked Mason...
...since September we have been waiting on test results to see if we could with out a doubt say with 100% certainty whether or not Tristan was carrying a gene mutation for NF1.
"She said it was positive" he replied.... for a moment my heart lept - but for a very brief moment... "oh...positive...right...." I said quietly realizing what the word positive meant.
"They were able to locate the mutated gene... there is no doubt." Mason said.
We both knew that there was like a strong chance that this was going to happen. And even though Tristan was diagnosed by his neurologist almost a year ago... she was just doing it by sight evidence ... nothing really concrete.
I think in the back of my mind I had been holding out hope... that maybe they wouldn't find anything... that it would be that he just has a bunch of birthmarks or whatever.....but no such luck.
There is nothing more sobering, serious and final than lab results, staring back at you from the page.... proof... proof beyond a doubt.