Hi there ...
Now deep breaths ... we all know how scary this journey is .. and I spent two days locked away from everyone , crying, cussing and got every emotion out .. you have to get it out before you can be fine to fight ..
I realised I could stay in that room forever and just cry and rant , or I could come out fighting .. so I got a pair of pink vertual boxing gloves and and stepped in that ring and looked the cancer in the eye .. I'd either knock it out , or go down fighting .. coz cancer wants you to lay down and never get up... it wants us all weak .. and lots of us on here, really stood up to cancer like the saying goes ..
The meaning of Being brave ... is being scared witless but you do it any way .. wer all scared whitless at times ... your not alone ..
There was about 6 others joined the same time as me, all with breast cancer, different grades and all different treatments ... but we held each other up .. and if you ever see a thread called "the good and bad" it's the journey we all took .. many joined along the way .. and it tells the highs and lows of our journies .. but we got there .. that was over two years ago, and we havnt lost one yet .. now they only write on the tread occaisionaly as they've gone back to their new "normal" life post cancer .. and one of them has a new baby boy after her treatment ... our little mirical ..
Now remember , none of us cancer or healthy knows if we have tomorrow... anyone could be taken in the wink of an eye .. we all live under the shadow of cancer .. and we all have weak days .. @Marlyn can tell you that .. but even through her treatment she was on here helping others ..
Now I had a grade three breast cancer... her2 neg oestrogen positive lump... I had a total right masectomy in July 2017 .. now I have a scar where my boob used to be .. but you know , I look at that every day, and it tells me a story... of my journey .. one I thought I'd be lucky to get weeks .. to be with my little granddaughter, in pic .. wrote my letters to loved ones and even chose songs for my funeral ..
But here I am writting to you, and I'm sure , taking it on made a difference .. this isn't about winning or loosing, it's about feeling emotions, admitting your scared ... then back with the boxing gloves ...
I think gentle honesty with your child, has been really good for me and my grandkids and my amazing nieces ... they saw me strong and it helped them .. you don't need lots of detail .. just honest answers .. like when my granddaughter asked me befor my op .. nanny are you going to die... I held her, and said the Drs were going to do everything to make me better .. but if not I'd be the little star next to the bright one as that's my mum's... looking down on her every night .. she's been amazing and she was 6 then ..
But kids of all ages can cope better then we give them credit for .. if wer gentle and look strong .. but it's o.k to tell them your scared too .. and together you'll walk side by side ...
Well I hope I've not put you to sleep. It's turned into a little book .. ; ))
But wer both here for you .. one step at a time .. sending you a vertual hug... Chrissie xx