At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News
“Days,” she said. “Maybe a week. Maybe less. The cancer is metastatic. Pancreatic. It moved to her liver first, then her lungs. Her body is very weak. We can keep her comfortable. We can’t reverse this.”
I leaned one shoulder against the wall because the hallway had begun to sway.
