Cancer: My Dad had it. He went through hell but I was too young to fully understand. I was about 10 years old when he passed away. Then my sister got it – She was very brave and had the strength of a million people twice over. What do I do? What is my role ? I beat myself up for not flying out to see her, to be there at the critical times. She mentioned several times she didn’t want everyone to drop everything. She wanted to keep everything normal.She didn’t want cancer to beat her or drag her down. So we spoke to each other like we always have and kept things as normal as possible. I would get updates on the treatments and surgery. My sisters that were there also kept me up to date on how things where going. But not being there was the hardest. In the end cancer has been defeated! She is cancer free and I’m extremely grateful that we will still have many tomorrows to look forward to.