Sunday, June 5, 2016

The day I received my diagnosis, on May 2, I started to really think through how I was going to tell people about my cancer. I knew that I would not want to tell too many people before the story firmed up – it would be annoying to have to revise the story as the plan changed, and would be very likely to cause confusion and distress for all.

So, after a great deal of thought, I decided to wait until I had met with all of the doctors and I had a plan. As the month progressed, it became clear that what really mattered was setting the surgery date.  Everything hinged on that date: when I’d be out of work; whether or not I’d be able to go to London; and generally how my summer would play out.  Hence my frustration for the last couple of weeks until I was finally able to get the date scheduled.

I have told a couple of people, and I used them as practice for how best to tell the story. One of my good friends suggested I start up-front with the words “stage 1” – people may not really know what that means, but they know it sounds better than “stage 2.”  Also, both Dr. Cancer and Dr. Demo had used the word “curable” during their Cancer Talks with me.  Everyone knows what that means, so I locked on to that word.

Well, this past Friday, I got the date (June 20!).  So now it is time to let the cat out of the bag.

Today I told my parents and my mother-in-law. Early next week I’ll tell my boss, and then my other co-workers. I’d hoped to tell the kids today too but the timing was not right.

I’m still struggling with this whole thing. I really don’t want to have to tell the story a million times (hence this blog); but I know people really do care and want the best for me, and I am grateful that I have so many friends and family who are so supportive. Thank you all!!!!