Cancer

The teen told me that both myself and her dad didn't say I had cancer. We had been protecting her so much that I guess that slipped our minds - we'd refer to Greebo as "my tumour" but that doesn't really say a lot. 

Heck, even I've learned about my tumour and stages over what I thought I knew. 

So we're sat somewhere (probably a National Trust cafe having a baked potato) and mentioned "my cancer" and my child kept quiet for several months until mentioning it late last week. 

There's me thinking I had been quite open talking about it too.