I didn’t tell my kids about having the surgery to remove the skin cancer.
Mostly because I didn’t tell them about the skin cancer in the first place.
It just sounds so scary and they are so young, and yet old enough be scared of the word. They have friends whose parents have had cancer, and some who’d lost a parent to cancer.
So I took the easy way out and didn’t tell them.
Also because my daughter had a really important test on the same day that I was getting my surgery and I didn’t want her to be distracted, worrying.
And then, after the surgery, I went to school to pick up my kids. I wore a hat to try to lessen the impact.
The kids saw me and I told them that I had some bad stuff taken off my nose. They accepted it and went on being kids. Talking about their day and plans for the evening. Like I wanted them to.
And then a few hours later my daughter came to see me and asked if I’d gotten a nose job.
“No,” I reassured her. I did not get a nose job.
“Oh, good,” she said. “Because your nose looks just as big as always and that would have been a total waste of money.”
One year ago ...
- Outrage - 2013