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

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time and he needs me to tell him the world isn’t ending.

That will be Mike’s job. My husband, Mike. The man who still shrinks wool sweaters in the dryer. The man who panics when Leo gets a scraped knee. I need to leave him an instruction manual. Note 1: When Leo goes quiet, don’t force him to talk. Just make him a grilled cheese and sit with him. Note continue reading …

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