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

means time, Sarah,” he says. “And we don’t have time.”

I flinch.

Because he’s right.

Because time is exactly what I don’t have.

I take a breath.

“You want me in a hospital bed,” I say quietly, “so you can feel like we did everything.”

Mike looks like I slapped him.

“That’s not—” he begins.

“It is,” I interrupt, and my voice shakes despite my effort. “You want continue reading …