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

He will remember how we lived.”

Mike wipes his face with his sleeve like a kid.

“What do you want?” he asks.

The question lands heavy.

What do I want?

I want time.

I want normal.

I want my hair back and my breath back and my life back.

I want Leo not to have to learn words like terminal before he learns long division.

But the universe isn’t taking requests.continue reading …