So for the past 6 months, as you know, V. and I were waiting for the appointment with the doctor to evaluate the fibroids. Well, during that time I didn't say anything to my mother about the fibroids or the pending surgery. I wasn't afraid to tell her, but I didn't want to tell her without more informations. I needed to tell her BEFORE the surgery rather than after. Letting her find out afterwards would be bad thing. I also had to make sure she knew before either of my brothers were told. Now my brother and sister in law in Chicago are both doctors, so we've kept them in the loop with what we've been doing. We hadn't told my younger brother but only because he's so busy with work and travelling that we don't see him often and never had an opportunity. I feel really bad about that because I don't like that he's the only one who doesn't know. I don't know if my older brother has said anything to him but if he does know, he's not let on.
Like I said, I wasn't afraid to tell my mother, but I wasn't sure just how she'd take it. Our relationship has its ups and downs like most mother-daughter relationships but overall I think we get along quite well. And I do love my mother. She's always supported my choices and decisions albeit with some comments tossed in at times. I don't think she does it intentionally, but some of her comments can be negative. Because of her own medical history, she is worried and concerned about me and how all the meds and hormones that I've taken and will continue to take when we move to the IVF stage may affect my own health. She was so concerned that at one point she felt she couldn't support our decision because of this. However, I think she has come to realize that we've researched and discussed and made our decision and are moving ahead with or without her. Because of that, I think we may have gained a little more respect from her because of this. I'm not sure, maybe I'm seeing what I want to see. Who knows. :)
So, last week I finally told her. Her reaction was, well, normal. Calm. Understanding. Normal. She asked some questions about the surgery and stuff. She even knows who my doctor is. Maybe that's why she didn't make a big deal about it all. I guess I could have told her sooner. :)
Oh well. Now just to tell my younger brother. We're seeing him at my mother's on Sunday, so perhaps we'll fill him in on what's been going on then. Once he knows, I'll call Chicago and update everyone there with the latest information.
I haven't told my family about this blog yet. Haven't figured out when/if I'll be doing that. That will be for another time.