More interesting conversations with the kids

I’ve had a freckle on my right foot my entire life.  It really hadn’t changed too much but it was bigger and a little bit darker than the million other freckles on my body and I decided it didn’t need to be there anymore.  I’m on the “if I don’t need it, and it could turn into something bad someday, get rid of it” plan.  So that’s what I did yesterday.  Both the doctor and nurse told me it would hurt.  But I told them how tough I am now that I’ve been through cancer treatment—nothing phases me anymore.  I used to be a fainter but I don’t anymore, and I’m so proud of myself for overcoming this.  And as I was going on about my thick skin and she was stitching me up, I started to feel light headed and then I fainted.  OOPS.  Guess I’m not quite over that part of my life.

Later in the day, I picked up 6 kids from school and told them about my fainting.  I thought the whole thing was pretty funny and so did they.  Somehow the conversation turned to the exam that men get when they turn 40.  Something about a greeting card that her parents bought for her uncle’s 40th birthday.  I don’t remember it exactly but it was about a doctor losing a watch in a man’s butt.  The kids thought this was absolutely hilarious but the poor 6 year old boys in the car were terrified. 

Later that evening we were talking again about the 40 year old exam with Jon at dinner.  I calmed my son and told him not to worry too much.  Women have to go through much worse.  My daughter said “Yeah, like breast cancer.” She made this comment so matter-of-factly like it was just part of life.  Pretty amazing.  I told her that’s why I work so hard to raise money so she doesn’t ever have breast cancer.  She thought that was cool but didn’t seem overly concerned either way. 

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Posted on December 6, 2008, in breast cancer and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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