My 17-Year-Old Son Shaved His Head for His Sick Girlfriend—The Next Day, Her Mother Called Me and Said, “You Need to Come to the Hospital”

her tight. “We’re in this together.”

Six weeks later, the scans came back. The treatment was working. A miracle, the doctors said.

That evening, Diane and I sat on my porch, drinking tea as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of violet and orange. Aaron’s hair was growing back in soft, dark patches, and so was Lily’s.

I used to continue reading …