I was fifty-seven years old when Dylan, my first child, was born. Two weeks after we found out his mom was pregnant, we found out his dad had colon cancer. The American Cancer Society gave me a 70% chance of being around to see him born. I had surgery within the month. There were cancer cells in my lymph nodes which meant the cancer had probably spread. The American Cancer Society dropped my odds to 60%. The day we took Dylan home from the hospital was my last day of chemotherapy. I knew my father pretty well; I was almost forty when he died. I faced the very real possibility that Dylan would never know me unless I wrote a book. I thought about writing one but, like most reporters, I work better with a deadline. Then, the cancer spread. When Dylan was just two I lost half my left lung. One year later they removed the middle lobe of my right lung. I started writing. I wanted Dylan to know who I am and what I've done in my life that I'm proud of and what it means to be Jewish and what I like doing and who I love (especially him). I wanted to tell him about our Jewish heritage. I found myself writing about places I wanted to take him to, movies I want to watch with him, even jokes I want to tell him—just in case I'm not here to take him or watch with him or tell him. When I talked on Good Morning America about my experience figuring out what to tell Dylan about my having cancer, I received 6,000 e-mails. Many of them were from grownups who had been children when one of their parents died, and no one told them how or why. That's when I decided to publish the book. |
ISBN 978-1-58648-235-0 Pub date: 04/07/04 Price: $9.95/14.95 Canada 5 1/2 x 8 1/4 400 pages Carton Quantity: 24 Biography, Inspiration Selling Territory: W Pub history: PublicAffairs hc
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