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

voice cracks. “I can’t stop thinking… if we don’t try… did we choose this?”

I turn my head slowly toward him.

Even in the dark, I can see his face wet.

“No,” I whisper. “We didn’t choose this.”

Mike’s breath shakes.

“But it feels like… if we say no, it’s on us.”

I swallow, my chest tight.

“This disease doesn’t care what we choose,” I whisper. “But Leo will.continue reading …