Mammograms and Owen

Man, that little one can break my heart. 

I had to get up early this morning for a 7:45 mammogram.  Ernie woke me and I pleaded for a few more minutes.  So then Owen came up, jumped on the bed and hugged me.  He laid there giving me kisses and then told me it was time to get up, he said, "remember Mom, you have to go get that test.  I hope you don't have cancer."  ARGH!  My eyes flew open and I assured him that I was just fine, that this was a just a test you get every year...that I was fine.  He sighed with relief and then said, "you know Mom?  If I weren't your son I don't think I'd be as funny or nice."  I told him I agreed.

Later I called to ask Ernie about something and Owen answered the phone.  I'd completely forgotten about the mammogram.  I asked him what he was doing (playing with Lego) and then he asked if I wanted to talk to Daddy.  I said yes and then he burst out, "so you don't have cancer Mom?"  "OH BABY NO.....I'm just fine, I really am.  You don't have to worry about me."  He sighed with relief and sounded much happier as he confided, "I didn't think you did but I wanted to be sure."

Break my fucking heart.