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

me, don’t act weird. Don’t change the subject. Say my name.

I stop on that last one.

Say my name.

Because that’s what I’m afraid of—that I’ll become a thing they tiptoe around.

A forbidden topic.

A ghost no one mentions.

I don’t want my son to feel like loving me is dangerous.

I want him to say “Mom” without flinching.

My phone buzzes.

A message from my cousin.continue reading …