happy Birthday, Anne.
and I am sorry Erin, but I really know nothing to tell you
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happy Birthday, Anne.
and I am sorry Erin, but I really know nothing to tell you
Oh, crap, Erin! I don't understand at all. I'd think that your girl parts should be constantly high-fiving each other and saying, "WOOT! Check us out, we're in ERIN, how lucky are we?" instead of going all ferwonky.
And {{{Kristin}}}. I'm so, so glad your dad came through it all right, but that was a spectacularly awful decision on his part. Did he ever think about how devastated you'd have been if he'd kept it all from you and the outcome was bad? Yay paternal desire to protect you and shield you from more worry on top of everything else you'd been through in the past year, but FAIL on the actually thinking it through part.
But, oh, I'm glad they got it all.
Eep. Everybody's inside parts need to shape up and start behaving.
Aw Kristin!
My Father had a double bypass without telling us until several days later. The phrase "could have died on the table" was part of the conversation.
Once the initial CONSIDERABLE shock passed it was easier to deal with his terrified deep-seated denial/appalling attempt at "protecting" us.
WTF Kristin's dad?
Yeah, sorry to hear that Kristin. My mum pulled exactly the same trick with me just this last month. Her's was bowel cancer.
I just accepted that I was glad she was still around and moved on. It may be tough, but I suggest you do the same.
What Pete said. I didn't tell my family about the breast cancer until right before my surgery, and my mother is still pissed. I understand why, but I simply could not deal with her worry and my own. It's such a hard thing to deal with that each person has to find his own way. Telling someone you love about it is horribly difficult.
Oh, Erin. I'm sorry your girly parts have turned on you so.
One day, many years ago, I flat out told my mother that if she ever suspected/found out she was seriously ill, I would want to know immediately or I would be extremely pissed. She then told me that my timing was eerie, because she'd just found a lump and was going to have it biopsied.
She had been planning not to tell me, giving the usual "didn't want you to worry" excuse. I pointed out that I would know that something was up, because I can always tell if she is worried about something, and that my having to imagine or wonder what was up was a million times worse than knowing the truth.
Erin, I'm sorry that you're having to deal with all of this.
Aww, Erin. Those cysts should not have got the greenlight for a sequel!
Bah! Humbug!
It's such a hard thing to deal with that each person has to find his own way. Telling someone you love about it is horribly difficult.
Oh, hell yes to this. I needed to pull inward to deal with my cancer diagnosis/surgery - after surgery I was more able to deal with the rest of the world as it pertained to me - during chemo and radiation and such, but not before. I could post on LJ, but my four closest friends? I couldn't call them until a couple days before surgery. My mother kept the rest of my family up to date. It was weird and hard and I love and appreciate my peeps for being OK with my dealing how I needed to deal.
And on that topic - Erin, I had to have a hysterectomy + ovaries out at 38. I'd be happy to share anything that you'd find useful. I don't do HRT, though - it's contraindicated because of the uterine cancer.