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  • Cancer saved my family. I'm a little ashamed to admit that, for sure. But it did.

    My father has cancer -- Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Apparently, it's the kind of cancer you want to get, if you have to choose one. That's what they tell you to make you feel better about having cancer.

    Before the diagnosis, my father, a taciturn older-generational dad, pleaded with me to make things right between my mother and me. I tried. I sucked at making things right.

    After the diagnosis, my heart grew a couple sizes. Kind of like the Grinch, ya know? I'm still not as perfect a daughter as I once was, but damn it, I'm getting better.

    You don't deserve to be alone and scared and fighting this internal battle while I'm marching off to war with her. I'm sorry, Dad.
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