Prostate Cancer Killed My Dad, Joe Biden Gets No Compassion From Me

On whose suffering counts

I was driving home with my 2 year old daughter and my then-husband when I got the call. It was cancer. Prostate. Stage 4. My father was living on the island of St. John’s at the time of diagnosis and would be flying back to Florida for treatment. I didn’t even know he was sick. I pulled the car over and tried to breathe. I could hear my mother on the li…