Hi,
My daughter is 13 and I have told her what is happening to me but she has not asked much and does not seem to want to talk about it a lot. My boy (12) asks about it more. I can understand this because I was also 13 when my mum first got bc. I was not told at the time what was wrong with her (as was typical of that time when cancer was hidden much more than it is now) but I obviously realised she was very ill and she was in hospital for a long time with a radical mastectomy - this was back in the early 1970’s. I can only relate my feelings at the time…
I was angry
I was angry with my mum, after all, she was strong, she was supposed to make everything right, she was my rock. how DARE she get ill.
Basically I denied it was happening.
OK, so even if she is ill, she is going to get better so what is all the fuss about??
DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT IT because I do not want to know, because she is going to be ok and I don’t need to know about it.
It’s ok for her sitting there in hospital, but I have to live with my brother which is horrid so it is worse for me - why can’t she just get better and stop making a fuss!
And that makes me sound like a selfish horrid teenager, but I wasn’t, by most peoples standards I was quite the angel, but I do remember those feelings well. Luckily for me, Mum did survive and even when she got bc again, 20 years later, those same feelings flooded back, which is why I remember them so well, and I refused to believe she could be ill. (She got through it that time as well by the way).
When I thought about talking to my daughter about it, i decided to tell her, and her brother, the facts, let them know I would keep them updated and stressed that if they had any questions at all they need to ask me and it doesn’t matter how stupid the question seems, just ask and I will answer it as best I can. I think that is what I would have wanted when it was me. I only tell them things that are going to affect them, e.g. going back into hospital, and will let them know about chemo effects when it comes to that time. One of the first things my daughter said was “does that mean I am going to get it?” I gave her a big hug and laughed - that was a great reaction, kids/teenagers cannot think far past what directly affects them, Beth is a very kind and caring child but it was a relief to hear such a natural and honest reaction (if that makes sense).
Now I have decided that 13 is an unlucky number for females in my family. My mum was 13 when her mum died !! (NOT of bc tho).
Teenagers are complicated, my only advice is to keep positive with her but don’t expect her to ‘join in’ with the discussions because she may be denying the threat, just like I did.
Not sure I expressed that very well - I have never talked about my reaction to my mum’s illness before and it may have come out a bit strange, but I hope it may have been of some help.