My mother encouraged it so much. She was so supportive. Even if as a kid I would do the dumbest trick which now that I look back on some things she would love it she would say that's amazing or if I'd make the ugliest drawing she would hang it up. She was amazing.
I don't hide my feelings but when it comes to illness I guess I don't panic. My father was the same way. I'm the provider for the family and the caretaker. If I panic who is anybody going to run to?
