I know I've talked about this before....but I finally had to bite the bullet. This last Thursday I got the word that I have multiple bone metastases ...shoulder, sternum, ribs, vertebrae and another on the pelvis.
My mother will be 80 soon, and my dad is 88. My mom has severe back trouble now and is in a lot of pain, and my dad has congestive heart failure and is just fading away. Both of them are of very good mental state.
But I dreaded this. How do you tell your mom and dad who have their own health issues that their youngest child is once again in the trenches fighting cancer?
I know I have lived with this for a long time, but even so, I don't want them to worry a lot, and I don't want them to go through the anguish of watching me with this disease. It's hard when something like this happens.
My husbands family has a habit of sweeping things under the rug. I tease them that the family motto is "Diga Nadie" ---"tell no one." This is kind of a laugh as usually when this phrase is used, the teller has already told everyone and you find out later that you've been keeping this secret that everyone knows. Secretos. Secrets. Lots of them. This is not the way I was raised.
I feel that I owe my family the right to hear significant news from MY mouth so I can answer questions. It didn't make it any easier. But I think I made it better for my mom. She still said she was going to be "down on her knees" (praying). That's OK. Still, I wish I didn't have to deliver such news. Meeting it head on is always the best policy. What I can conjure up in my head is usually worse than whatever anyone has to tell me....and I feel that I owe it to everyone to lay it out. The good, the bad and the cancerous.