Pain comes in many forms. Foot pain. Head pain. Tooth pain. Pains of anger. Pains of the heart. Growing pains. Window panes.
When my husband was diagnosed with Myelofibrosis six years ago I remember having this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was devastated. For him. For his family. For us. But secretly I was also a bit upset for me too.
So answers on a postcard please - how do you explain to a three year old happy, smiley, sunshiny soul that his dad is ill? Really ill. That even though he might look normal now, it’s serious.
Myelo was always there. Waiting patiently for his opportunity in the wings of our life. A distant shadow lurking in the background, we didn't notice him at first. He was nobody to us; just a stranger and bystander. We didn't see him watching us.
Surely it’s better to be the best you can be in the circumstances you find yourself in. That way your children will be compassionate, understanding and most of all they will be proud of you.