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

So I answer the only way I can.

“I want… whatever lets him remember love instead of fear,” I whisper.

Mike closes his eyes.

In the dark, our son sighs in his sleep, and it sounds like innocence.

I stare at the ceiling and realize something else—something that makes me furious all over again:

No matter what we choose, someone will call it wrong.

If I do the continue reading …