Telling the Kids

As soon as my older boys came home from school, I sat them down to tell them about the cancer. It was hard. I thought I could do it without crying. But I cried a little. I told them that this is a common cancer and that there are a lot of advancements in treatment. I told them that my doctor expected me to be just fine. They seemed sad but ok. My 7 year old put a bucket over his head because he was trying not to cry. As soon as our talk was over, then went right back to normal. That's good. I just hope that they'll get the support that they are going to need.

I wanted them to know. It's much easier for me if people know. They needed to know that things are going to be a little different around here. I'll have to have surgery. I may need radiation and/or chemo and that's going to make me really tired. I'm going to need more help from them around the house and with their little brother. The mom part of me feels bad that they have to take up some of my slack. But it'll be good for them, right?