The true reality in writing out my journey for the world to read is, one day, my children may read this and ask a lot of questions. I wasn't prepared however, for my 8 year old to start quite so early. I mentioned to Jason a few days ago that I needed to pick up my medication. Sam piped up with : " I didn't know you needed medicine Mum, I thought you were healthy! How long have you been taking that medicine for? " " Oh......about 8.5 years", I replied - exchanging glances with my husband. " That's exactly how old I am mum! You must have started taking that medicine right near when I was born!" I froze. Yep. That's right little buddy, having you sent me to the funny farm ;) Just jokes, but what could I say? I chose the old : "So whoooo wants a muffin?!" At what age can I say what happened, and will I be all healed by then? Will this all be a memory and a story I'll get to tell them that seems so distant and not...
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