My dying son asked the scary biker in the hospital waiting room to hold him instead of me. I’m his mother. I’ve held him through every fever, every nightmare, every pain for six years. I’ll never forget that moment as long as I live. We’d been at Children’s Hospital for eleven hours that day. Liam was seven years old and had been fighting leukemia for two years. We’d done everything. Chemo. Radiation. Experimental treatments. Prayers. Bargaining with God. Nothing worked. The doctors had told me that morning it was time. Time to take him home. Time to say goodbye. Time... Continues…
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