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

of suffering for a chance that might not come.

I open my eyes and find Mike watching me, desperate.

He wants me to say yes.

He wants me to fight.

He wants me to claw at the future with bloody hands if there’s any chance.

And part of me does too.

But another part of me—quiet, exhausted, honest—wonders something I’m terrified to say out loud:

What if fighting continue reading …