For me, normalcy is volunteering at our kids’ school. I led an art lesson Wednesday in our son’s class as part of the school’s Art Parent program. Helping 6-year-olds draw sock monkeys beats the heck out of being in a doctor’s office!
I wore a scarf, but within 5 minutes Sam had called out, “My mom is bald!”
We call it his “Cancer Tourette’s.”
Never shy, he’s made loud, random proclamations about my disease for months now. Usually in large groups of people. Sometimes to no one in particular.
For awhile it was “My mom has The Chemo!” He got cancer and chemo mixed up, at first.
This summer, he raised his hand in a camp assembly to announce to the 100+ campers and staff that my hair was falling out and I’d just bought a wig. His sister, sitting nearby, was mortified.
At breakfast a few weeks after we’d shaved my head, he mused, between bites of Eggo waffle, “Well, at least you won’t get lice.”
We should all learn from him – rather than hold it in and be worried, he just lets it rip! Therapeutic for him. Comic relief for us.
After Sam’s outburst in class, and after a little girl asked the other parent volunteer why I was wearing a bandana, I briefly told the kids that medicine I’d taken had made my hair fall out. But that it would grow back. And the scarf keeps my head from getting cold (not really).
A few kids decided that I’m a pirate. And then everyone went back to their monkeys.
That’s our new normal.