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

is a choice.

As if cancer is impressed by motivation.

As if my body cares how positive I am.

I straighten slowly.

“I’m not giving up,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “I’m… thinking.”

Mike’s hands ball into fists.

“Thinking?” he snaps, and the sound of anger in his voice shocks me. Mike isn’t a yeller. But grief changes people. Fear changes people.

“Thinking continue reading …