Eight years ago
It was about 10am when my desk phone rang. I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter.
“Mrs Spurrier? This is the nurse at Thomas Jefferson University with your lab results.” I cringed. I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the next sentence. Either way, I knew that her next words would change my life forever.
As soon as I knew we were expecting, I immediately started a series of lab tests to determine if my daughter had EB. In her instance, since I had a dominant gene, she either had it or didn’t carry it at all.
We wanted to know in advance so that we could be prepared. A positive result would mean switching hospitals, quitting my job, endless medical supplies, headaches and a total change in what we had to purchase for our baby.
Up to this point, we actually hadn’t purchased anything for the baby at all.
“Mrs Spurrier, upon looking at the baby’s DNA, it has been determined that your little girl DOES NOT carry the EB gene. She is perfectly healthy.”
Those words sent me into tears. I got up from my desk and left the room. In the cafeteria, I cried harder than I had in a long time. I immediately told George, his parents and mine.
It’s all I ever wanted for Christmas. Since then, I’ve asked for nothing extravagant, as nothing will ever top the gift I received on that December morning, 2003.