Meg and I stopped by Mom's today because, while we were in town running errands, we discovered in our truck...Ms. Jan's knit hat! We thought it was funny. Grandma thought it was funny too. She and Jan were already planning an outing together, so Mom can return the missing hat.
While we were there, just having a quick stand-up visit, Mom said:
I asked Nurse Christy if eating a lot of sugar could cause bad diarrhea. She said she would ask the doctor.
Gwen: Oh, are you thinking all the sweets at Poppa's brunch are giving you diarrhea?
Mom: Could be.
Gwen: You know, there were a lot of fatty foods too. That could be it.
Mom: Maybe. Or it could just be my...(points at transverse colon)...problem.
Gwen: You mean your cancer?
Mom: Yes, my cancer.
Really? Even now? If we don't talk about it, it might not be real? If we don't name it, it might go away? This family pattern is so ingrained, so automatic, so unhealthy. Please God, help us say what is real, what is true, even if it is hard, even if it is ugly. Even if it is cancer.
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