Ds was really poorly last summer with what was suspected to be lymphoma (luckily was a less serious condition) and had two operations. Today at nursery he fell and caught his operation scar on the corner of the table and I nearly broke down in tears when they told me. I do try hard not to panic if he's ill or hurts himself but the fear I felt when we were waiting for a diagnosis comes flooding back. How do you cope and does the fear fade with time?