Mom completed her treatments. We threw a small backyard celebration. My wife baked. My dad played music. Our little one crawled around in the grass.
I tried to protest, but she wouldn’t hear it.
“You were there when it mattered,” she said.
A few months later, I used some of the emergency savings they’d built for me to take HVAC night classes. It took everything in me to manage school, work, and family—but it changed our lives.Continue reading…
