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

the pile, then at me.

“We got the call,” he says.

My stomach clenches.

“The clinic,” he adds. “They have a spot.”

The trial.

The one they mentioned like a life raft with holes.

My hands go cold.

“When?” I ask.

“Next week,” Mike says quickly, like speed will make it better. “They said… if we want it, we have to decide fast.”

Decide fast.

My whole life has become continue reading …