Jul 29, 2011 - 4:47 pm
When I was in my fourth year of treatment for Stave IV endometrial cancer, my eldest son became engaged to a sweet young gal who lived a couple of hundred miles from us. The first weekend she came to spend with us, she was so careful to tiptoe around the topic of cancer, surely not knowing how to broach the subject of her future mother in law's "terminal" diagnosis (I should point out that this was 17 years ago...). On the second day of her visit, the young couple were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to craft a budget for their first year of married life while still in college. Somewhere in there, they expressed the wish that they could buy a home someday. My son, knowing I had a rather large life insurance policy, looked over at me, with a grin, and said, "Hey Mom, do you think you could croak before the wedding? We sure could use a down payment on a house..." (You must understand, we had lived with this cancer for a long time and had developed a rather unique sense of humor at our house...) I thought that poor girl would faint... I quickly went and hugged her, and pointed out that I felt it was a good sign to be able to laugh at this thing, and I hoped she would feel comfortable enough someday to do the same. Three years later, when I got to see my first grandchild enter the world, her first smiling comment to her new son was, "Son, that's your Nana over there. You're kinda sorta stuck with her 'cause she's still here..."