Here we go again.
It is Lung Cancer Awareness Month.
I am going to keep talking about it until everyone knows all about it...
...how it affects those who love the people who get the horrible, horrible disease...
...how it completely, totally sucks ass.
Excuse my language.
My children, in their young, short lives have experienced loss more than most adults four times their age. We have had the "Doctors couldn't make him better" discussion so often that they can now predict exactly what will be said.
They seem to understand death, heaven and angels, but it doesn't make the pain any less...ummm...painful.
So I had this idea.
I would get my kids to talk about it.
I wanted their own words.
I wanted to see if I could talk about it without getting all verklempt.
....and complete sadness with some anger added in....
And then there is me who still imagines her Daddy's voice....his smell....his raspy laugh and sometimes "speak before you think" humour.
I call it denial.
It's working for me so far.
Don't smoke please.
Don't allow smoking in your house.
Inform everyone you know that lung cancer is a monster who takes away the best people ever from their young grandchildren.