Fatherhood: Six Years a Celebration

Social media is a funny thing. It wasn't until I read my wife's Facebook status that I was reminded of today's significance.

It's probably because it's something we don't like to talk about. Easier to "status" about.

Michael, now eight, with his brother Pee Wee at a local Relay for Life

Six years ago today, I was sitting in my cubicle as an underwriter for an insurance company.

Six years ago today, our son Michael was two and a half years old and my wife Lisa was in an early pregnancy with our second.

Six years ago today, we received the news: Michael had a mass in his chest.

Michael had cancer.

It's the type of news that every parent fears getting. Not our boy. He doesn't deserve this. He's so smart, so good.

Are we going to lose him?

It was because of this day, six years ago, that Lisa and I are an emotional wreck whenever we stumble upon another similar story.

It was because of this day, six years ago, that I now work for the American Cancer Society.

It was because of this day, six years ago, that Michael dreams of being a "doctor for kids" one day.

Michael was lucky. Today, he is a happy, healthy, cancer-free third grade boy. His concerns today have little to do with his health. He loves baseball. Loves to read. Loves pancakes. Loves his brothers.

But it's because of that day, six years ago, that we all continue to fight that fight for parents like us. For kids like Michael.

For those who aren't so lucky.