These are our kids. They are funny and adorable and loving and I am (at least for now) their favorite person in the world. Sorry Chris. I have tried for 45 minutes to make this photo not be sideways and I have not yet been able to crack the code.
When I think about how many people have had to sit their kids, friends, parents, or any variation of loved one down to break the news of a cancer diagnosis, I can't help but think about how I would explain something like that to my own children. Do I promise them I’ll get better? Do I promise I will continue to be able to function while being treated by drugs that are both helpful and harmful? Do I shield them from the percentages and just take it a day at a time? Fingers and toes crossed that I will never have to figure out the answer. (to be clear - I am not sick)
When I was in college and my Mother was diagnosed with, treated for, and overcame cancer, I remember she told me that she wasn't so afraid of dying but afraid of missing out on seeing her children grow up and being there for them. Now that I have kids, I imagine I would feel the same.
Chris’ Mother passed away from cancer 3 weeks before Charlotte was born. She would have been the best Grandmother if given the chance. Charlotte knows who Janet is from photos and knows that she was very sick and passed away but we never discussed the cancer in detail. When Charlotte was 4 she called me over to look at a photo of Janet. Charlotte told me that her Daddy’s Mommy told her that “her body doesn’t hurt anymore.” I don’t know what you believe or how a 4 year old could come up with something like that but I believe that Janet reached out to let her know that she is no longer in pain.
Hopefully whatever small difference you, or I, can make with a contribution (of any size) in the fight to find a cure for this bitch of a disease will lead to fewer friends and families ever having to have these conversations.