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Once up on a time a child was born. She was the pride of her Father. As she grew, she and her Father did many things together. She loved the water like an fish. Sailing and swimming were the fare for the summers. But little girls don't stay little.

At the age of 20 she was diagnosed with breast cancer. The sixth youngest in the US at that time. She had to leave college to receive her health care. Surgery and two rounds of chemo and radiation. She never loss her smile or her zest for life. She never complained about the pain. Her Father found strength in her.

Two years have passed.

She was at an dance rehearsal 6 weeks ago as she is an professional dancer. She fell during the practice and landed on her tail bone. Nothing that any other dancer has not done. She kept rehearing and preforming ignoring the pain that did not seam to get better. She awoke one morning last week and had trouble walking. Doctor appointments were made and scans were ordered. The cancer is now in her spine. She starts radiation today. The outlook is not encouraging.

I am so proud of my daughter. Over the last two years she has shown us how to live. She will face this with courage beyond her years.

The boat is on the hard. The boat won't hit the water until May. All I wish for the New Year is to sail with my Daughter again.