My eldest dislikes greatly if I happen to mention my condition in conversation. In the past, it was merely mentioned to a few teachers to only alleviate her classwork. Never did she use my situation in her favor.
Alas, I have since stopped sharing any tidbits with anyone whilst in her presence… that is, until her doctor appointment the other day.
Dr: Hi, so what brings you here today
Kid: bla, bla, bla horrible acid reflux.
Dr: How long has this been going on?
Me: Since we came back from Florida.
Dr: Did something change for you? Food wise? Environmental wise?
Kid: No, nothing changed.
Me: (Looking at kid) Really?
Kid: (Big Eyes!) Mom, no.
Me: Really? Ok.
Dr: (Looks at both of us) Sometimes, stress or anxiety can trigger acid reflux. It’s important to tell me if something is going on…
Kid: (Imploring me to keep quiet with her eyes)
Me: …Well, I do have stage four metastatic lung cancer and it got worse when we came home from Florida.
Needless to say, I was told I am not the cause of her acid reflux; it just so happens to coincide with when I got sick.