Cancer and Adoption

The human spirit is stronger than anything that can happen to it.  ~C.C. Scott

Stumbled onto this post on Birth Mother First Mother. (I am still brewing my thoughts on that previous post, btw).

When you have a family history of breast cancer, take this test. Or, Do not pass Go, Go directly to jail.

Made me feel all sorts of confused and stuff inside. See, about a month ago I had a cancer scare. I did not write about it here. I did not really tell anyone except my fiance. Although I did spend alot of time debating if I should tell my daughter, how I would tell her, etc. if it was positive.

How messed up is that? How many women facing the prospect of cancer, OR being told they tested positive for cancer, have to debate if they have permission to tell their own child? Particularly if that child might also be at risk in the future?

I hate what adoption does to the most primal relationships.

It is an awful situation to be in to think about having cancer and deciding if you are permitted to tell your own child. Pretty shitty, this adoption stuff we live with it.

It was negative but I am at a high risk for the future. I have significant colon cancer on BOTH sides of my family.  I will be checked more frequently.

But yeah, go read that post on BMFM.  Clearly I am still jumbled up about the cancer stuff and dont know what to say.

And it IS supposed to be adoption free friday.

The Password Protected Post

The previous post was password protected to protect the individual that is referenced. I typically don’t password protect posts. I rather dislike it in fact. I don’t visit blogs that password protect posts cuz I never remember the password. 

This post had to be protected. At least for now. There is a young adult in question and out of respect to him I feel it necessary. However, I also feel it necessary to share as I need advice and direction.

If interested, you can write me at bluestokking at gmail dot com.

Finally, the post has the potential to be massively triggering to all members of the triad. Or maybe it was just me.  It still makes me feel sick.