I was about 3 years old when my dad was diagnosed with MS.
I used to ask questions at first, I got upset when Dad told me he was sick and because of the sickness, he wasn't able to walk very well.
When he saw me getting upset and fretting about it, he tried a different approach which I think really worked with me.
He took me out the back and told me he had a suprise to show me! Out came a very plain cane walking stick! He said this was going to help him walk and asked me if I wanted to try it out.. I was hobbling all around the floor with it. Then he said "hmmm... It seems very plain to me Bianca, how about we decorate it??!!" I was delighted as we spent hours putting stickers all over his walking stick!
My dad sugar coated the fact that he had a disease by making something good come out of it..
You should have seen my face when he got a wheelchair!! Boy did we have fun decorating that!!
By the way, I should add that it was so easy to accept Dad's condition. He was the coolest Dad ever! Dad always assured me that one day a cure would come along and he would walk again. That helped me feel better too! : )