My son, who was nearing the end of his battle, asked the intimidating biker in the hospital waiting area to hold him instead of me. I’m his mom.
That morning began like any other at the children’s hospital—quiet, tense, ordinary in its own heartbreaking way. My son, Liam, was seven, and he had fought leukemia for two long years. Today, the doctors told us it was time to stop treatment. Time to take him home. Time to focus on comfort over cure. I … Read more