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

the only thing that’s true:

There is no perfect way to die when you’re someone’s mom.

That night, after Leo is asleep, I go into the closet where I keep my secret stash.

Not drugs.

Not money.

Not anything dramatic.

Just a cardboard box full of envelopes and notebooks and little scraps of paper.

My “instruction manual.”

My attempt at controlling the uncontrollable.continue reading …