Do we want our kids exposing their vulnerabilities on Instagram, Facebook or Snapchat? Do we want them to think a screen is the correct receptacle for their heartbreaks or triumphs? Do we want our children to spend more time tagging their experiences than actually experiencing them?

Taking care of oneself is a learned act that requires purpose and patience. As a college student, I have had to develop tactics to successfully navigate being in a stressful environment. Ultimately, I've learned that taking care of yourself and listening to what your body needs is rule number one.

Despite reminding myself that I was a smart, invincible, solutions-driven entrepreneur I could feel that failure was headed my way. Sales had dropped significantly and profits dried up. I found myself crying every day in the car on the way to work.

It took 10 years post-gynecomastia surgery for me to go to the beach and take off my shirt because I still felt those now phantom breasts and stares.

I realized that there comes a time in every woman's life when she needs to be sung to by a man with a heartbreakingly handsome voice in a language she doesn't understand. The sound of the words should drip with the dreams of her youth and the melody should hint of the promise that comes with time.

There is an old saying, "That which doesn't destroy us makes us stronger." Life-threatening illness -- or any adversity -- can be a strengthener. Not necessarily to the body, but certainly to the character and to the spirit.