|"Look, Mommy's ribbon!"|
Remember, Fisher's four, almost five, and I kind of thought we pulled this whole cancer thing past him. Seriously, we got away with "Mommy has some germs in her boobies and needs to have an operation to remove them." Then when my hair fell out and I wasn't able to get out of bed for days at a time, it was all just from "some strong medicine that is helping Mommy get better from her operation."
I should have given that bugger a little more credit. He did notice all the pink ribbons on the "Kick it Kiki" shirts and just about everything else that entered our house for about six months. It will be very interesting to see what he has to say about this time in our lives when he is ten, fifteen and then twenty. What does he remember, if anything? Did he have any clue what was really happening to his mommy? I sure hope not. It has been extremely important to Nick and me that we not scare the kids, they are so little for crumb sake. Yes, at some point I want them to know what occurred here (in broad strokes), but not for a very long time. I'm not even sure when that will be. But I did find out today that Fisher definitely has more of a clue than I originally thought. That gets me worrying.