Granddaughter's perspective
My Charlee Pearl is 2 1/2 years old. I have had cancer since she was 1 1/2. I was away having my radiation treatment when her brother Jed was born.
When I came home, Charlee was running into the house singing out "Nanny, Nanny, Nanny" and running as fast as she could. She could hear me speaking and then she saw me.........bald.
Well the poor little darling stopped dead in her tracks, jumped backwards, dropped her jaw and ran away....straight into the knee of her father.
She was terrified.....I didn't look like Nanny at all, although she could hear me....and then when I sang to her, she knew it was me, but she kept looking at me.
That settled down.......she asks to come and stay with me overnight...."Not Mummy,...Not Daddy, .....not Jeddy.....just Nanny, and Grandjan (my mother) and Chelsea (my dog).... and all things are good.
One night I was having a shower and she saw my non-boob and said (in all her innocence)...."Nanny only one boobie? Sore Nanny?"
So I told her it had been sick and we cut it off.
Next time she was in company, she said: "Nanny only one boobie. Mummy got two boogies. My got two boobies. but Nanny has another boobie that she sticks on!!!"
The innocence of kids......