Kids Say the Darndest Things, Vol. I
I was heading off for my daily kip when I realized that I had put the blanket and comforter from my bed into the wash, and they weren’t finished yet. Never one to let a minor inconvenience come between me and forty winks, I stopped by the playroom to ask my five-year-old if he would mind if Mommy borrowed his comforter to wrap up in for her Quiet Time.
He looked up at me with his big brown eyes, and in the sweetest, most concerned voice, asked, “Will it get cancer on it?”
You can’t make this stuff up.
I'm a two-and-a-half time ovarian cancer survivor who is not only determined to make it to sixty but also to look damn good while getting there. My two boys, husband, and dog are counting on me to get out of bed every day, so I might as well wear something cute and make each one COUNT. I'd love to hear from you about your odyssey - sharing makes it all easier to take. And laugh at.
The Carcinista 
mynameisnotcancergirl said,
February 9, 2010 at 6:57 PM
Oh, thank you for that giggle. I think your 5 year old and my 5 year old should get together and compare notes. I bet they’d have us laughing well into the night.
Louise Gregson said,
February 9, 2010 at 10:21 PM
My son aged 9 was sincerely concerned that I would become a mutant from the radiation in radiotherapy!!!!!
Ann said,
February 10, 2010 at 3:23 PM
Awww…mine was 12 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. A bit old for adorable comments but his first question was asking if I got cancer from liking to tan.
Guess those anti-tan commercials are working.