~My Boys~

I have two children, boys ages 13 and 4. When I told my 13 year old about my breast cancer, he cried for a few hours. The only people he'd ever heard of with cancer were older adults. And most of them had other health issues along with cancer. And really we didn't "know" them. We just knew of them.

Jacob often realizes when I'm tired and have reached my activity limit. Sometimes he even plays with his little brother while I rest. And he does try to help....When being 13 doesn't get in the way. :)

My 4 year old has no idea that Mommy is "sick". He just knows that mommy has a booboo (my port scar). To him, I am still supermom and can do all things--just a little slower than before. With his 4 yo understanding, I didn't lose my hair-I just got a haircut. And as my hair comes back in, he loves to feel it. Gabe thinks it feels like the kitty cat at poppies house. And his favorite thing---I now lay with him more and watch his favorite shows.

This is my favorite picture of Gabe and I. I love how his little hands are rubbing my face and his head is on my head. In his eyes, I am not sick. I am just Mommy...............