My Daughter Folded Something Into My Palm Before Her Surgery and Whispered, “Just in Case” — When I Read It in the Waiting Room, My Legs Gave Out

responding to treatment. Right now we need to wait.”

I nodded numbly.

Then one question escaped before I could stop it.

“Is Grant listed anywhere on her file?”

The surgeon paused.

That pause terrified me more than any answer could have.

“I’d have to check.”

“Please.”

He nodded and walked away.

I sat back down.

My hands trembled.

My daughter had written this letter continue reading …