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

I’m a normal mom on a normal weekend, about to complain about laundry and cartoons and sticky floors.

Then my body reminds me.

It’s not pain exactly. It’s a heaviness. Like my bones are filled with wet sand. Like someone poured gravity into my veins overnight.

I sit up anyway.

Because I promised Leo the park.

Because in our house, promises are sacred—right continue reading …