Unlike me, my kids are pretty private about my cancer. They want to be like everyone else. They are normal teens.
More than anything, they do not want anyone's pity.
My cancer is not a secret; they just do not talk about it.
Last night, my eldest and I had one of our infamous, late night, heart to hearts. At one point, she threw out a sentence mentioning the cancer. I picked up the ball, and threw it back in her court, gently asking her to elaborate. She caught the ball.
I cannot share more details. Like I said, my kids are private.
I am grateful that she talks to me. I am impressed by her maturity and her ability to identify, and share, her feelings. She knows she can talk to me about anything.... and she does. I am so thankful.
My daughter once asked me to delete a few lines I had written about her. "Your blog is about your feelings," she clarified, "not mine."
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
the modern-day blood libel
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