In 1972, my 2-year-old son Matt was diagnosed with what doctors said was terminal cancer. My wife, Jane, and I were told he probably wouldn’t last six weeks. I remember those nights when I’d rock my son to sleep. Ask any father and he’ll tell you how much pride you feel when you’re able to soothe your children and watch them drift off toRead More
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