...Mommy, you know what.... And she bursts into tears..
Mommy, I really do not like having braintumors. They bother me sometimes and I can feel them.
What you mean? I ask.. You know, It is their fault that I do not have long hair. .
OK, Regina, but you have beautiful wig...
IT is not the same ( and she keeps crying)... I hate that they are stuck on me...
I really hated seeing her like this, so I had to act quick....
I told her -- Look- This fat ass is stuck on me, and I HATE IT, AND no matter what I do , it is still there... .....
After I said it-- Both of my kids looked at each other , then me... and started hysterically laughing--- MOMMY USED an A WORD... IT IS NOT OK TO USE A WORD.... ...
BUt, sadly, Regina is more aware what is going on, and she wants more answers each and every day,,, And i do not have answers to her questions...
( I wish we had swings in our backyard. All Regina wants to do is to swing......
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I like what you told her....
I'm sorry....I don't know answers either.
Thinking about you always,
BIG HUGS for Regina!! And what a quick thinker you are!! Even though it was the A word, I like it!! :) BIG HUGS to you too!!
We have swings in our yard, and our kids are getting big enough they don't use them much any more.
There's good and bad about having a younger child or an older child having to deal with a brain tumor.
But one of the bad things about an older child is their level of awareness.
Steven was 9 and now he's 14, rapidly turning into a young man. He's gone through puberty and I told him for the first time last month that he might be sterile (for males, it's almost a certainty with SJMB03).
We don't know but I don't want him finding out at some later point in time. He sees very clearly the differences between Sean and himself-- it's hard. And he's doing well.
I feel so bad for Regina. And you.
Tell Regina she looks beautiful to me, with her little fuzzy head. Looks like her hair is slowly coming back in.
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