Daddy, Tell Me a Story About When You Were Little: (A rotten kid grew up to be a pediatrician)

Cancer, with a fifty percent chance of being dead in 15 to 36 months. That was the news that I got in October of 2006, and I was only 53 years old. Over just a few days, I went from speed-of-light active to zero. My career as a pediatrician ended three days after I realized I was ill. After the initial shock of hearing the diagnosis and likelihood of survival, my thoughts all turned to my family. Was everything organized enough for my wife to take over my family jobs? Would we have any mone...