Barb, Pam, Brandy, Kristen, Micheal, Jordan, Emma, Ry, and everyone who carried this alongside me. Cancer doesn’t just happen to the patient — it happens to the whole house. This is their side of it too.
Emma never once talked about my cancer. She made me a bracelet, changed the subject to her cats, and put her hand up whenever anybody picked on Papa. It took me a year to learn her silence was her answer.
Forty-eight hours after my diagnosis, Emma Grace walked over from the craft table and handed me a bracelet without a word. Ivory and burgundy beads, and two words I’ll never forget. It still sits on my headboard.
