I think every blogger struggles at some point over how much information to share. If a blog is public, anyone can read what’s published. And once it’s out there, you can’t take it back. Even if you un-publish something, it might be cached, or quoted, or at least indelibly etched in someone’s memory.
Since day one of this blog, I’ve tried to err on the side of caution, and not publish anything I might later regret. There are times when I’ve been unsuccessful, but for the most part, I think I’ve done a good job of protecting my family’s privacy. I particularly don’t want the day to come, five or ten or fifteen years from now, when one of my boys is furious with me for something I innocently revealed.
This is all a roundabout explanation of why I’ve been so mysterious about our medical crisis. I don’t want to go into details simply because I don’t want to compromise my children’s privacy – now or in the future. But I did want to explain why I’m not sharing details, since I know I’d be curious if it one of the bloggers I read every day was so oblique. And I sincerely appreciate all of the kind thoughts and prayers. They truly mean a lot!