He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

On the ride back, we passed the elementary school just as parents were lining up for pickup. Minivans. Crossing guard. A little boy dragging a dinosaur backpack through a patch of dead grass.

Everything looked cheap and normal.

Our street smelled like cut lawn and somebody burning burgers too early.

When Allison pulled into my driveway, we both saw it continue reading …