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

and that feels like betrayal to the present.

“I’m not asking you to want someone else,” I say quietly. “I’m asking you not to die with me.”

Mike stops pacing.

His shoulders sag.

He looks at me like I’m speaking another language.

“I don’t know how,” he whispers.

I swallow.

“Then we learn,” I say. “Together. Before I can’t.”

Mike’s eyes fill. He crouches in continue reading …