The hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life was tell my seven year old son, a year after his grandmother died of cancer, that I had cancer. He looked at me and said "Daddy, I don't want you to die!" Use it as the strength you need to go down the path, if not for you, for them.

I cried writing that.

David you are so right about that. After the hell that was rad/chemo and before surgery I showed up at my hotels employee party...they don't know or can fathom it.