(Argh, I'd much rather reply on the actual blog or on dreamwidth, but it's specifically this comment I want to reply to)
When our middle daughter was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma, the pediatrician (she was 17 and *much* too mature for pediatric manners) did her best to reassure us, forestalling what she predicted we'd worry about, without addressing any of our actual concerns.
Basically, we wanted to know. Information is much better reassurance than reassurance is.
Then we were sent on to the academic hospital where there was a doctor who saw at one glance that we were all geeks, that Secunda was intelligent and curious and brave, and that none of needed any cushioning. He destroyed the lymphoma, everything is right now, we never lacked for knowledge. Excellent.
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When our middle daughter was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma, the pediatrician (she was 17 and *much* too mature for pediatric manners) did her best to reassure us, forestalling what she predicted we'd worry about, without addressing any of our actual concerns.
Basically, we wanted to know. Information is much better reassurance than reassurance is.
Then we were sent on to the academic hospital where there was a doctor who saw at one glance that we were all geeks, that Secunda was intelligent and curious and brave, and that none of needed any cushioning. He destroyed the lymphoma, everything is right now, we never lacked for knowledge. Excellent.