A fellow Cancer survivor recently wrote a post on her blog about what it mean to her her to be living with cancer.
This has been on my mind even more recently then ever. After a few days of mulling over the term "living with cancer" I can honestly tell you Cancer has become a part of my family. Yes, you read that right. Go ahead re-read it.
A part of your family, you ask? Yes, cancer is right there with us every step of the way, for the ups and downs, it is sitting beside us at the dinner table, on family vacations, and right there when we wake up every morning, staring back at me when I look in the mirror.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about the what ifs and how I will address this topic with Briggsley and our future children. On one hand I want to be sworn to silence and never lay something so heavy on their hearts. But, I know that honesty is the best policy. I believe that I would want to know and would feel hurt if I was left in the dark, even as a child.
As much as cancer is the black sheep of the family, it looks like it is here to stay. The word Cancer at least, praying that it stays in the shadow of our day to day lives, not the star.