You know what I find is the most sad about having cancer? The fact that there is a chance I won’t see my little boy grow up. Zaman is trying to get him to go to sleep, reading his favorite book “Vad Gör Pop & Mio Nu?” for the umpteenth time.

When you have a child, very little else becomes as important. I worry about the world and try to make it a better place, but it stops being for my sake. It’s for that little boy crying out my name, “Mamma!”.

Goodnight Moon.