Nothing compares to the relationship between a father and his only daughter. Especially when the daughter is the first one. Until I was nine years old I basked in the beauty of that relationship. Then I got sick. My dad went into a deep denial and insisted everything was in my head. He couldn't even look at my face months my NJ tube was in. I felt so rejected. I still loved him unconditionally, but he made me feel like I was disgusting to look at. My second to last post, "My Dad and...