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My little guy was four when I was diagnosed this past December (2005). For the first couple weeks--the stretch of time during all the testing that was going on--we didn't say too much to him about what was going on. I know he knew something was "up" because all I had to do was look at him and I would start crying. Once we had a better grasp on what was going on, we told him by keeping it simple but still truthful. Generally, it was that I didn't really look sick but I was, that I was going to get special medicine that would help me get better, but the special medicine was going to make my hair fall out and that I would probably look "kinda funny" when my hair fell out. When the time came, he helped cut/shave my hair off--and had a blast doing it, LOL! Now, a couple months into it, he carries on like it's just another day for him, except if I'm taking too long to go somewhere, then it's "are you putting your hair (wig) on Mom?". It's quite funny.
Not sure if that's what you were looking for, but I hope it is of some assistance.
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