I haven’t kept up with my blog since returning from vacation last month but this has been on my mind for a few days now.
I am a huge Doctor Who fan and have turned my family into varying degrees of fans. My son has almost surpassed me! We have been eagerly awaiting the 50th anniversary episode that aired last Saturday. So you can imagine when we discovered it was going to be in select theaters in 3D we wanted to go.
Well, as a parent, teacher, and generally responsible adult I felt guilt at taking the kids to a movie on a school night. We wouldn’t get home until almost 11pm. That 3 hours after Anna goes to bed! Okay, let’s just keep them home we said. It’s Thanksgiving week. They won’t miss much. Still that guilt kept eating away.
Last week I went for my test results from my oncologist. All clear. No cancer. Complete remission. Yeah! Stupid me had to ask what the chances were it would come back.
“There is a 25% chance that the cancer won’t come back.”
Yes, well, I may not be good at math but that’s a 75% chance that it will come back. A cancer that 90% of those diagnosed are over 50! I’m only 39!
Anyway, my guilt is gone now. They have years more school ahead of them. How many more years do they have with me? Anybody could go at any time, sure, but when you know there is this terrible thing that could come back at any time? It changes you.
I want to be able to look back at the end, whenever that may be and not regret. What are the chances that I would regret not sending them to school the next day? What are the chances I would regret skipping the special viewing of the 50th anniversary of our favorite show? Probably 100%
I made the right decision…