The main reason for this post, well there are 2. I like to think each person who I tell of his cancer, a little bit more dies away. Now this doesn't mean we aren't making changes to his diet and lifestyle. Just a little at a time. It's hard when you're young and stubborn and come to live on things like soda instead of water. I am proud of the fact that he's trying, he'll get there soon enough.
Secondly, we recently told our daughter a little about Daddy. You see he's been sick since the end of January. In and out of the hospital a few times and to different appointments. As well as just sick at home. So we've talked to her a bit about his tummy hurting (for awhile her's hurt daily as well, she'd relax with him). When he went in in March, he needed surgery and so when Daddy wasn't gonna be home for a few days, I told her that was why. The doctors were fixing Daddy's hurt tummy. My hubby told her the other day he was still sick. (We want her to know a bit of what is going on because she does notice the changes in us and our moods or the energy of the house, however you want to say that.) Her response was simply "Uh huh, and the doctor's are going to make you better."
So I am working on spending my time thinking simply as a child, he will get better, the doctor's will make him better and that's all there is to it. Call it denial or just wanting to look at things in a positive light, I'll keep the darker thoughts at bay. It does no good to dwell on what could be. And the picture, well that's simply a kiss from a baby girl to her daddy.