I froze outside my son’s room when I heard my mother whisper, “It’s almost over.” My sister laughed and replied, “As long as no one finds out.” In that moment, I understood that my child’s illness was no accident.
“With just one more dose, that child won’t survive another month.” Those words froze me in place outside my son’s bedroom door, as if my feet had been cemented to the ground. I had only come home to grab a notebook I’d forgotten before heading to my shift at the pharmacy. My eight-year-old son, Mateo, … Read more