We can super-simplify things and say that we have a bad cancer gene and because of that, we get cancer. But that really doesn’t explain it sufficiently, on any level. Medical, emotional, relational…the list goes on.
With Brent and Lauren, genetically speaking, I have been a pretty horrible parent. I never supervise their work, because I provided a non-functioning P53 gene, utterly ineffective, completely indulgent of their misbehavior and “creative license” in copying code. I never correct them, or keep them in check. I enforce no rules. As far as I am concerned, they can run wild in the neighborhood, play music really loud, flunk out of school, cover themselves with tattoos and generally become less than model ‘citizen cells.’ And then reproduce. Umm, yes, that is cancer.