“Lily likes the chocolate ones. The hospital food is awful,” Aaron said casually, the way other kids might mention a coffee run.
He was holding open a plastic bag.
I dried my hands and watched him pack the bag with the same careful attention he’d once applied to his Lego sets.
Aaron had always been like that. Good grades, no trouble, the kind of boy who notices when a kid sits alone at lunch, and the type who steps in when someone else is hurting.
When my son started dating Lily a year ago, I called Diane that same night, feeling giddy.
Diane has been one of my closest friends for over a decade. Our children, well, her daughter and my son, had practically grown up together.
Aaron had always been like that.
The first time Aaron held Lily’s hand at a backyard barbecue last summer, Diane and I pretended not to notice and then laughed and squealed about it like schoolgirls for an hour in the kitchen!
We were both thrilled! Our children were good together, and it was obvious how much they cared about each other.
Then everything changed.
Four months ago, my son’s girlfriend was diagnosed with cancer.
Diane and I pretended not to notice.
***
One day, Lily and Aaron were arguing about prom themes, talking about college plans and weekend dates, and the next, she was spending her time in hospitals and treatment rooms. Most days, Lily could be found sitting in a treatment chair with a port in her chest.
It was devastating news for everyone, but especially for my son. I could see how much it hurt him to watch someone he loved go through something he couldn’t fix.
Still, he never pulled away.
One day, Lily and Aaron were arguing.
Aaron visited his girlfriend every day he could, brought her favorite snacks, helped her with schoolwork, watched bad movies with her, and spent countless hours by her side until she fell asleep.
***
“You’re going again today?” I asked, although I already knew.
“She’s having a rough week,” my son said, zipping the bag. “I told her I’d be there by four.”
I nodded and reached for my coffee.
