But a year later, the doctor found the cancer had returned, and my father endured radiation and hormone therapy for a few months. After the initial shock, I was relieved to hear the words “survivor” and “cancer” in the same sentence. AdvertisementIn the eight months since my dad revealed his cancer journey, we’ve been honest in a way that we never were before that discussion. Though it has taken more than a decade, I finally feel like I’m an adult in my dad’s eyes. In the past, I’ve felt inclined to keep sensitive information to myself until the time seemed “just right” — which was often long after it was truly relevant or useful to reveal what I’d been hiding.

Source: Huffington Post February 16, 2024 13:45 UTC