My 17-year-old son shaved his head for his sick girlfriend – the next day, her mother said, “You need to come to the hospital and see what your son did.”

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I watched him from the window as he climbed into his old Civic.

The car pulled away, and the house felt quieter than it should have. Something, I realized, had been building for a while now. I just didn’t know yet what it was.

I watched him from the window.

Then Lily’s treatments started taking a visible toll.

She began losing her hair. Even when she continue reading …