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

shoulders.

I turn away, my body suddenly nauseous—not from chemo, but from the thought of my son hearing words like sick and not getting better and not forever.

And then, because I’m me, because I can’t stop my brain from spiraling, another thought hits me—one that makes me furious:

Everyone will have an opinion about this.

Everyone.

People who’ve never continue reading …