My Son's Chemo and the Nose Job

Summary

The day before my son's fourth round of chemo, Lucas Shaw sent me a voice message.

"I've got the twelve thousand dollars for his treatment. Don't worry, Nina. I'd sell my soul before I let our son miss his medicine."

Hearing his raspy, exhausted voice, I broke down in tears.

I imagined him begging people for money, enduring endless humiliation just to save our boy.

The older woman in the next hospital bed handed me two oranges.

"You've got a good man there," she said. "Not many husbands wou