When I started sharing with people of my cancer, the main question I would get was "Have you told Farrah?" I hadn't. While I was digesting that my whole world was being turned upside down...my daughter was in Mexico. I wasn't going to tell her right before she left nor over the phone while she was there. I needed to tell her because it was awful hiding it. I contacted her father a couple days before she was leaving to come home to let him know that I needed to pick her up the night she flies in. This didn't go over well as there were other arrangements made for her. However, I couldn't back down on what I knew I had to do. While I knew this was temporarily inconvenient for him and his plans...I knew telling Farrah about me was going to be much worse than any kind of inconvenience anyone would experience. I talked it over with my parents as to the best approach to tell her. In the car? Face to face? I was at a loss. How was I ...
From the moment he found out, James has been with me. He left work and rushed home when I told him and the people at his station quickly helped send him on his way and wished us both well. James and I have both had our falling-apart moments, but we've also been incredibly optimistic. Although we've both put on a brave face and do what we can to be positive, every once in a while we'd shed some tears because this isn't like getting a tooth pulled...this is major surgery to remove cancer from my body. We're scared and we're sad. I've had many nights on our front porch either sitting in the chair next to him or sitting on his lap while we held each other. He had a major golf tournament that he's played in for several years and was ready to cancel it if I said the word. I didn't say it because I was fully aware that the last night of the tournament was the night that was when the significant others could join their men and celebrate another grea...