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”

You know that.”

He said it with such casual, matter-of-fact certainty, as if he were discussing a coffee run to the local cafe rather than a trip to a cancer ward. I dried my hands and turned to watch him. He was packing a small plastic bag with the same meticulous, focused attention he used to apply to his complex Lego continue reading …