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

a series of deadlines.

I lean against the counter.

“What did they say?” I ask, though I already know the kind of things they say.

Potential benefits.

Potential risks.

No guarantees.

Time.

Always time.

Mike’s voice drops. “They said it’s aggressive. Stronger meds. More side effects.”

He pauses.

“But it might work.”

Might.

The most dangerous word.

Because it carries continue reading …