Diane covered her mouth and began to sob.
“I called you because I couldn’t explain it,” he said. “I was trying to say again and again, ‘Look what your son has done,’ but every time I looked inside this room, I would start crying.”Search for hospitals
I drew her into my arms.
“We’re not competing for his love,” I whispered. “We are all helping her survive.”
Diane hugged me tightly.
Across the room, Lily reached out to Aaron.
“I thought everyone would stay watching me,” he said.
Aaron smiled.
“Now they will have to look at us all.”Ask for therapy
Six weeks later, Lily got the news that we had all been praying for.
The treatment was working.
He still had a long way to go, but for the first time his doctors spoke with a cautious hope.
That night, Diane and I were sitting on my porch while Aaron and Lily laughed together in the garden.
