I’m cancer-free!”
Elaine sobbed softly beside me, her grip on my hand tightening as she whispered, “Thank you, God. Thank you!”
“Does that mean you’re better now, Mom?” my son asked, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes that had kept me fighting through the worst days.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, wrapping him in a hug. “It means I’m better.
It means I’m going to be here. With you. With all of you.”
Jeff raised his head then, his eyes red and glistening.
Your subscription could not be saved. Please try again.
Your subscription is confirmed. Watch for your first ads-light article in your inbox.
“You’re here,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re here, Maria.”
I nodded, cupping his cheek. “I’m here.”
Your subscription could not be saved. Please try again.
Your subscription is confirmed. Watch for your first ads-light article in your inbox.
