One of the odd things about life post-cancer-treatment, I’m finding, is navigating when and when not to reveal what our family just went through to people I don’t know well.
I mean, it was always a little tricky to know how or if to drop the C-bomb. But when Clio was in treatment it was such a big part of our lives that it was hard to avoid. It was part of what we did and who we were, so if the fact of Clio’s cancer was relevant to the conversation, I didn’t shy away from mentioning it. And, obviously, I blabbed about it willy nilly all over the internets.
Now, though, it’s less clear. Is bringing it up worth the explanations and reassurances (“she’s doing great!!”) it requires? Is it worth the potential discomfort for me and/or other people? Do I need to say something about it, or do I want to? And if so, why? (Or why not?)
Anyway, it leads to funny internal dialogues with myself.
Example: Recently, we were at a social event with families of kids our girls go to school with — people we’ve met just this year — and people got to talking about trips they’d taken to Disney World. As you may recall, we also took a trip to Disney World not too long ago — a trip we almost definitely wouldn’t have taken if Clio hadn’t had the opportunity to wish upon a star and alla that.
So I’m sitting there sipping my beer, and something kind of like this is happening inside my head:
Me: Should I join in this fun and entertaining conversation about Disney World that people are having?
Also me: Why shouldn’t you? You guys went to Disney World, right? Continue reading