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

clock under my ribs, ticking every time he laughs.

While Leo eats, I pack a little bag the way I always do: water bottle, wipes, a tiny first-aid kit, snacks, sunscreen.

It hits me, suddenly, how ridiculous it is.

I’m packing sunscreen for a future I won’t be in.

But then I remember: the future isn’t just mine. It’s his. And even if I’m not there to see continue reading …