On Sunday evening, I thought Buddy was in bed already, but he was downstairs talking to the Evil Twin a bit. It was time for me to do my injection - I try to get it as close to just after 9:30 pm as possible every day.
I had to do the back of my right arm, since I have to rotate my injection sites. I was halfway thru the injection and here comes Buddy bounding into the den to kiss me goodnight.
I have spent the last 10 years keeping my disease a secret to my children.
Since I had been caught, I knew I needed to explain right away (lest he go to school and tell someone his mom was shooting up! LOL). I gave a brief description and let him go to bed.
Monday evening, he had a molar fall out and I needed to run to the Mart of Wal anyway, so I invited him to come along with me and he could pick a prize. (The tooth fairy doesn't really visit the bigger kids, ya know?).
I was happy when he agreed to my plan. It gave me an opportunity to further discuss Multiple Sclerosis and what it meant for me.
It is also widely agreed by neurologists that MS is not hereditary, so I assured him that he did not have to worry about getting it. It's not contagious either, it's just one of those things.
I let him know that as long as I stay on my medication, I should remain stable. I let him know that I'm often tired because of my disease. So, if I had very little energy, that was probably why.
He seemed to take it all in and take it well.
I certainly don't spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about it or worrying about it and I don't want my children to, either. It doesn't have me, it never will.