I thought about calling my husband or my Mom, but I knew that might make me lose it, and I still had to drive home. Head spinning, I slowly retraced the familiar roads. When I got home, my 16-year-old and 2 of her friends were watching movies in our living room. I gestured for her to follow me into my bedroom.
I told her I had breast cancer, trying to keep my tears to a minimum. True to her idiom, she replied , "Nuh-uh." I nodded. I told her the basics, and told her I'd help her find information if she had any questions. Then we hugged, and she went back to her friends.