I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

than a year before that, he had been complaining about a pain he thought was nothing. A pulled muscle, maybe. Stress. Too many late nights at work.

Then came the tests, the hospital visits, the terrible words doctors say gently because they know there is no gentle way to hear them.

Cancer.

By spring, our lives revolved around medication schedules and continue reading …