This is the third year I have to tell my kids' teachers about our “situation.”
You might think the telling would get easier with time. It doesn’t.
Our kids are in school so much of the day. I have to rely on their teachers to be our eyes and ears. It is likely that the teacher will notice if something is wrong, maybe even before I do.
I need the teachers on my team.
But it is difficult. Difficult introducting the "situation;" difficult explaining the "situation;" difficult making sure they know to be on the lookout; difficult conveying that we want to know about anything unusal right away (and they should not "protect" us by keeping information from us); difficult conveying information so that they understand, without pitying me, or my children.
They need to know.
Hopefully, this is just a precaution. Hopefully, my cancer won't be an "issue" for my kids.
But the teachers need to know.
And I need to tell them.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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