The truth I wasn’t ready for
They explained it slowly, gently—as if soft words could make it easier.
The scans showed a large growth pressing against her organs. That’s why she couldn’t eat. Why she was dizzy. Why she was in pain.
It hadn’t appeared overnight.
It had been growing.
While we were living our normal lives.
While I was trusting that everything was fine.
While my daughter was trying to be brave and endure something no child should have to carry.
“How long?” I asked.
The doctor hesitated.
“Months… possibly longer.”
Months.
