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

who burns pancakes and shrinks sweaters—will have to wake up every day with a hole in his bed and pretend he can keep living.

I walk to him, slowly, and place my hand on his head like he’s the child now.

“I know,” I whisper. “I know.”

Mike leans into my hand, eyes squeezed shut.

Then he says the thing that makes my stomach twist.

“What about Leo?” he whispers.continue reading …