I watched my daughter lose her hair and her appetite. She was tired and nauseated, experiencing vomiting and weight loss. We lived through what the St. Jude's commercials don't show. Starla was in the hospital for six months with only three short visits home. She went through five rounds of intense chemotherapy, with each round carrying its own set of side effects.
I love my kids more than life itself. But between the tantrums and the arguing and the bossiness and the talking back and the selective hearing and the procrastination, I occasionally long for those carefree days When I have one of those wishful kid-free moments, I think of Zach and his family (and I hug my daughters more tightly).