Petri Oeschger/E+/Getty ImagesThe best day of my kids’ life was one of the worst of mine.“Sweetie, Daddy is going to pick you up from preschool today,” I hesitantly explained.“Boys lunch,” my four-year-old screeched with delight. After a run around the room, he stopped and looked at me quizzically. “Why?” In two years of attending preschool Dad had never picked him up.“Mommy has to go to the hospital.”“Why?”I took a deep breath. How does one explain a breast biopsy to a four-year-old? My therapist instructed me to always answer his questions simple and direct. If his two-year-old brother is in...
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