It has been a tough month for our family. On May 12 our daughter finished radiation treatment after 6 months of chemotherapy and we were ready for it to be over. I struggle to talk about anything that does not involve cancer. Maybe we’re stuck, maybe we’re tired, maybe we’re resentful that she had to go through this again. In a self-help world, it would seem easy to fix the problem. Maybe I need a gratitude journey, maybe I need to remind myself of all the good that has come from this, or maybe I need a manicure, a shopping trip, and some “me time”. The problem is when you have faced your biggest fear and waited to hear about whether the cancer has spread in your little girl, those sorts of coping mechanisms don't seem to cut it anymore.