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My children are grown, but I have 4 grandchildren (2 of them lived with us, along with their mother, until last year). All of them were afraid because of what they were hearing from other children at school about cancer. I started taking them to my chemo appts., let them shave my head when I started to lose my hair, went wig shopping with them, and the nurses have even let them remove the needle from my port after the infusions. Most of all I was honest and loving in our talks about the disease and the possibility of my death. I told them that we all will leave this Earth someday and that death should not be something to be feared as much as being accepted as most other cultures do. We talked every day and I let them talk about anything they were feeling. And it has made a huge difference in the 3 years I have been going through treatment. Today, They are 5, 7, 71/2, and 11. 3 boys and 1 girl. The mainstay of it all is a faith in God and the knowledge that we are honest and that I won't withhold anything from them. Love, Vickie
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