I just read your guest blog, When Bad Things Happen to Children. It was the email from Lisa, a mother, obviously in pain, questioning the meaning of life as she watches her child suffer from cancer. My daughter, Jackie, died of a brain-stem tumor when she was seven years old. She lived for 8 months after her diagnosis and I spent most of that time at work or self-medicating. If I could have a "do-over" I would spend every moment with my baby, loving her and making what she was going through as easy for her as possible. Instead, I found a way to "handle" my own suffering. I will regret that for the rest of my life. I realized, too late, the meaning of MY life came from my title as MOTHER.