Program helps kids deal with parents’ cancer and have fun
November 1st, 2009
I was 7 years old when my dad was diagnosed with cancer.
I vaguely remember him having a talk with me, telling me that he was sick and had to go away for a while to get better.
I don’t think the word “cancer” ever was used. And it wasn’t until years later that I knew more about the treatment he underwent at Stanford University. At the time, I just knew that he was going away and I was going to move in with a friend for a while.