The diagnosis came three days later.
Leukemia.
I barely remember leaving the doctor’s office. I only remember holding Martha’s tiny hand and thinking there had been some terrible mistake.
Martha looked up at me.
« Mom? »
« Yes, sweetheart? »
« Are we still getting pizza tonight? »
The diagnosis came three days later.
I burst into tears. She thought I was crying because we had to cancel dinner.
That became our life.