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Friday, November 14, 2014

(Teaser) The Guardian Angel

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Oh, how I hated to ruin my family. I did not want to be the cause of their lives changing. It’s so unfair that I have to open them up to the ugliness of cancer.

“There’s no other way to say this, other than to come right out and tell you. So...” I begun, trying to keep my composure, which wasn’t working.

“You’re Mommy is sick.” Carson jumped in, helping me out.

“Oh, we can make you soup. You’ll feel better in no time.” Reed said, elbowing Rebecca, who agreed.

“Mommy is a little sicker than what soup can help.” I said carefully.

I wanted to say it right. How do I explain to a seven year old and an eight year old that their mother may be dying?

“I have what is known as cancer.” I said, as I noticed Lynn, Elizabeth, and Leah’s eyes widen with surprise. I knew they would understand that term.

“How bad?” Lynn asked.

“It’s not good. I have to see the doctor tomorrow.”

“The doctor can give you medicines to help you feel better. Then, Reed and me can make you soup. I think that is a great idea. Don’t you Reed?” Rebecca said hopeful.

I could not hold back the tears. How was I going to get them to understand that I didn’t have the common cold? I have cancer. Their beautiful little minds weren’t going to be able to grasp the severity of this situation.

“The type of sickness Mommy has, will take a lot out of her. She has to see the doctor tomorrow, so they can help fix her. She’s going to need a lot of medicine and we’ll have to help her out. The type of sickness Mommy has is called cancer.” Carson told the younger ones.

“Oh geez, it’s not that hard to say that you’re sick and could die!” Lynn yelled as tears ran down her face.

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