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I had the opposite upbringing, and lived my childhood years knowing my father was terminally ill. Whilst hard, it made me into whom I am, and I'm thankful for k

• bargl 8y ago
  Thank you for sharing. I wish my words didn't escape me in this moment, but I wanted to post something so you know your comment was appreciated with more than an up-vote.
• x0x0 8y ago
  My father also died while I was a child after 4 years of cancer, radiation, surgeries, and treatment. In his case, there was no disguising the illness. When I look at the effect on my younger siblings, not having a front row seat to multiple rounds of cancer and the wasting away would probably be a better experience. Plus the obvious dread of anticipating a primary caretaker dying. My parents told us when they decided my father was terminal and ceased treatment. The next couple of months sucked.