Jody - I was warned by a mom who has a Down Syndrome child that people would say some STUPID things!
We have a similar situation, but my tears (and frustration) about speaking of CF happen when people offer support and kindness!
As word has gotten around the school where my daughters attend, parents have approached me at football games and other school functions offering support, sympathy, etc. Sometimes I can hold it together and sometimes I can't - usually at the point in the conversation when they look me dead in the eye and say "and how are YOU doing?"
Last night was the Fall Carnival and a very very kind mom, who is also a physician, asked me if I was on anti-depressants when I started to finally tear-up during our conversation. And told me that I should be on them when I told her no I wasn't! This is our reality now, and I'm not going to try to medicate myself through it. (I did use Xanax to help me through the first 30 days or so). Can you spell anxiety?
And today during Katy's parent-teacher conference (for preschool! LOL!) I clutched a McDonald's napkin in my hand for the inevitable - yup, when the teacher told me that folks wanted to help and what kind of help did we need, I broke down and said I was saving that (asking for help) for what I feel is inevitable - some day Katy may have to be hospitalized for IV's or whatever.
To any non-parents reading this, you may think that I think it is all about me. It's not; I know that. It's just very complicated.
Dana
Mom to Katy (3, cf) and Kyra (6, no cf)
We have a similar situation, but my tears (and frustration) about speaking of CF happen when people offer support and kindness!
As word has gotten around the school where my daughters attend, parents have approached me at football games and other school functions offering support, sympathy, etc. Sometimes I can hold it together and sometimes I can't - usually at the point in the conversation when they look me dead in the eye and say "and how are YOU doing?"
Last night was the Fall Carnival and a very very kind mom, who is also a physician, asked me if I was on anti-depressants when I started to finally tear-up during our conversation. And told me that I should be on them when I told her no I wasn't! This is our reality now, and I'm not going to try to medicate myself through it. (I did use Xanax to help me through the first 30 days or so). Can you spell anxiety?
And today during Katy's parent-teacher conference (for preschool! LOL!) I clutched a McDonald's napkin in my hand for the inevitable - yup, when the teacher told me that folks wanted to help and what kind of help did we need, I broke down and said I was saving that (asking for help) for what I feel is inevitable - some day Katy may have to be hospitalized for IV's or whatever.
To any non-parents reading this, you may think that I think it is all about me. It's not; I know that. It's just very complicated.
Dana
Mom to Katy (3, cf) and Kyra (6, no cf)