I Promised My Son Forever—Then Cancer Made Me Count the Months

scared.”

I close my eyes.

“I know,” I whisper. “Me too.”

He squeezes tighter.

And I realize—suddenly, clearly—what the next controversial battle will be:

Not whether I try the trial.

Not whether we told Leo.

But whether this kind of love—the kind that keeps showing up in the middle of terror—is enough.

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