My Son’s Final Wish Was to Meet the Firefighters He Adored — When We Arrived, the Captain Pulled Me Aside and Said, “Ma’am, There’s Something I Have to Tell You”

A year ago, my ten-year-old son, Colby, was diagnosed with cancer.

From that day on, our lives seemed to shrink down to hospital rooms, chemotherapy appointments, blood tests, and the constant hope that the next treatment would finally be the one that worked.

Colby handled it better than I did.

Even on the days when he was too tired to finish dinner, continue reading …