I had to stay home sick with the flu while my husband took on the role by himself to get all the girls to the mountain for training. At the team lodge, like every weekend, all the ski families were getting booted up, helmets flying around, hand warmers opening up. The buzz of the usual early Saturday morning as a ski family was organized chaos. Out of nowhere, my 7-year-old started to cry and asked my husband: "Is mommy going to die?"
He told me this later that night in the privacy of our bedroom door. My heart broke just a little more.
This is what cancer does, and it is not fair. My child does not deserve this. Cancer put that fear in her head and stole that piece of her world where ...