When I started sharing with people of my cancer, the main question I would get was "Have you told Farrah?" I hadn't. While I was digesting that my whole world was being turned upside down...my daughter was in Mexico. I wasn't going to tell her right before she left nor over the phone while she was there. I needed to tell her because it was awful hiding it. I contacted her father a couple days before she was leaving to come home to let him know that I needed to pick her up the night she flies in. This didn't go over well as there were other arrangements made for her. However, I couldn't back down on what I knew I had to do. While I knew this was temporarily inconvenient for him and his plans...I knew telling Farrah about me was going to be much worse than any kind of inconvenience anyone would experience. I talked it over with my parents as to the best approach to tell her. In the car? Face to face? I was at a loss. How was I ...