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

your hair…?” he trails off.

I nod, unable to speak.

Leo’s mouth tightens.

“Are you gonna get better?” he asks, and his voice is small.

There it is.

The question every parent dreads.

The question that decides whether you tell the whole truth.

Mike looks at me.

I can feel him begging me with his eyes: Don’t break him.

I take a breath so slow it feels like swallowing continue reading …