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

falls asleep, Mike and I sit at the kitchen table with a piece of paper between us like a treaty.

It’s not a medical document.

It’s not legal.

It’s just a list.

WHAT WE WILL SAY TO LEO.

We stare at it for a long time.

Mike taps his fingers like he’s trying to summon courage through motion.

Finally, I pick up the pen and write:

Mom’s body is sick.

Mike winces continue reading …