We have 4 young children, and I stay at home with them. At the time of my surgery, they were 8, 7, 5 and 2--two girls, the oldest and youngest, and two boys in the middle. We were so concerned about how to handle this with them. I called our pediatrician for help after we had a chance to absorb the news that I would be needing surgery. My husband and I felt the same way she did (and like previous posts have said): young children don't need alot of information at first--just broad strokes. Then let them ask questions as it occurs to them to do so. No one knows your kids better than you! That said, our experience was that with this, as with most everything, being honest (in a loving, positive, non-scary way), and explaining things in simple terms, is best. Kids are so wonderful in so many ways! They are individuals, and each respond to this situation in their own unique way.ÂÂ
We told our kids that something had grown behind my ear that wasn't supposed to be there (they did not hear the words "brain tumor" until recently)--this growth was what had been causing me to have a hard time hearing, and it had to be taken out. We said that mommy and daddy would be gone for 2 1/2 weeks, but that we would call every day (we went to CA for treatment), and that I might look funny when I came home (sortof like I do in the morning--no make-up, in PJs most of the time, and missing a little bit of hair). We told them I would lose my hearing on that side, but that I could still hear perfectly out of my other ear. We said I would need help for most of the summer, and that they could help me get better. We really did not know what we would be facing when I came home, or what I would look/feel like, and figured we would deal with that when the time came.ÂÂ
Our oldest took the news very well. She handles most things in a mature and positive way. She said that while she knew she would really miss mom and dad, she was also confident I would be okay. Our son, who was seven at the time, is a thinker and very sensitive. He was worried that the doctors were going to "crack my head open," (and we did not discuss anything about the procedure, or even that they would need to go through my skull to get to the tumor...he figured that out on his own). I'm glad we kept him talking, because it turns out he thought that I would be awake for the surgery and in pain. He cried hard the whole first night after we told him. It was heartbreaking. We stayed up together that night and watched the middle-of-the-night replay of the Stanley Cup game. We talked and hugged. By that point, he had settled down some, and was less worried when he understood that I would be asleep for the procedure, and that my doctors were really good. He asked some deep questions, though. What if I lost my hearing in the other ear when I get older?  Does it mean I would be deaf? Exactly where is the growth... etc. Our five year old didn't really seem to be paying attention the day we told them what was going on. The next day after school, he came in the door and said, "Kyle (his older brother) thinks you're going to die. Can I go play with Michael?" By the time we left for surgery, though, he was more concerned and was sad we would be gone for a few weeks. Our two year old did not understand at all. It was wonderful and comforting to see how "normal" things were with her.ÂÂ
They helped me pack, and made artwork for us to take with us. They helped me pick out hairstyles/accessories I could wear to cover the missing patch of hair from the back of my head. They helped me write out activites and meals for when they were with Grandma and Grandpa while we were gone. We drew "thank you" pictures to hang by our front door for all the people who dropped off food, etc. In short, we involved them in the planning, and in my recovery. I spent so much time in the week before we left just sitting with them, loving them, listening to them. On the porch, on their beds, at the kitchen table...wherever. The "down time" was wonderful and necessary. I lingered on every kiss, every giggle. Being close brought them comfort, and it made me happy.
We've talked about what happened last summer as a family many times within this last year. It's interesting to see what questions develop over time, and with their cognitive growth and maturity. We've had lots of great discussions about how lucky we are to have each other, and we are thankful for every day we get to spend together. This whole experience added a new dimension to all of our lives, and is a reminder of what's truly important!