I used to think that being a good dad was all about managing the chaos. Providing, being a good husband, feeding the dogs, volunteering at school, and making sure the homework gets done. And, if you can do all that in a nice suburban neighborhood, you're probably really doing well. I checked these boxes on most days and figured I was doing alright. Then, on Nov. 1, 2015, my daughter Galia said "Dad, my leg hurts." I thought it was nothing; it turns out it was something. Acute Myeloid Leukemi ...