I was the good girl who fell for the older, responsible man. 
Yes, maybe I had daddy issues, but who could blame me? I'd never even met my father, and when Patrick and I got together I was completely swept away by his charm.
Fast-forward two kids and few years later, and the tables are turned. I'm the responsible adult, and he's the one affected by the worst case of Peter Pan syndrome. To make things worse, he's dating someone ten years younger than me…and I've been just diagnosed with breast cancer.
But I'm not going to let this ugly disease take me. I'm keeping my chin up and I'm fighting with everything I have for my kids…and also for him, the dashing prince in a white coat who's a sight for every sore eye in the oncology department.
He seems strangely fascinated with me. 
It must be because of my colorful wigs and my blunt T-shirts that read FU Cancer...why else would even take an interest in me?
Warning: language and sexual situations.