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This topic and all its theads have really touched my heart. Once again I am feeling what strong, courageous women you are, and that I really do love and pray for you. I agree that the best thing is to be totally honest and answer the questions as they come up. Sometimes they don't come up, though, since some children just can't voice their fears. Sometimes we have to just be aware and in tune. But we have to be honest, just as you've all said.I have mentioned before that when I was first diagnosed with BC 20 years ago, the same year my little sister died of it, I was devastated. I felt so much fear that I didn't want any of my grandchildren to know. I really didn't expect to live very long! I told my children, but told them not to tell their children. A short while later my two oldest grand daughters, both preteen, together confronted me for not wanting them to know. They said, "Grandma, how can we pray for you and watch over you if you won't tell us things? We need to know because we love you!" So I have been honest with them ever since. The only thing is that after 20 years they think I am invincible! After I was pronounced NED for the 3rd time in August, one of my granddaughters said "I knew you'd lick it again, Grandma! You need to write a book." Someday I know we will all have to face the inevitable--after all I am 75!--but I know I will have no fear and I think these wonderful kids and grandkids will be strong too. I have this saying on my bulletin board (I'm sure you've all heard a variation of it, but I like it): "Life is not a journey to the other side with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow, what a ride!" I believe all of us here are going to be able to say that. Thank you for all the inspiration you are to me. Hugs, Tricia
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