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

look ridiculous in that hat.”

A small smile appeared.

“You look worse.”

“Impossible.”

“Trust me.”

For a moment, she sounded like herself.

Then the smile faded.

The room grew quiet.

The reality of what was about to happen settled over both of us.

She climbed onto the gurney and reached for my hand.

Her fingers felt cold.

Too cold.

“Mom.”

“I’m here.”

“Promise me you’ll continue reading …