I asked God for a year. OK, truthfully, I begged for 10. Because I wanted to be your father for as long as possible, until each of you became adults. It was a begging rooted in my personal desire to see each of you grow up. Mature. And step into life. That's why today is rather special.
They say the key to raising a strong, resilient child is to share your experiences with them -- good, bad, and ugly -- and by doing so, show them how you can make it through. I'm glad I shared this with my daughter and didn't try to hide it.
Having to tell children about a breast cancer diagnosis is rotten. However, based on my professional experience as a nurse and my personal experience as a patient, I know that including children in the process is the most important thing that adults can do for them.