I struggled to hold back my tears as he slowly chipped away at any and all hopes that we, as a family, had held dearly to. But then it occurred to me that if you couldn't openly cry when being told that nothing could be done to save your dad's life or, in the very least, make his remaining time better, then the whole world is crazy. So I cried. I cried until my eyes were puffy and I had that ugly look.

And then we went out to lunch.