In a Hospital Waiting Room, My Ailing Son Requested a Tough Biker Hold Him Over Me — The Unfolding Events Transformed Our Lives Forever
The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the spacious hospital waiting area while I remained seated on the firm chair, holding my delicate seven-year-old son close to me. Following two full years of battling leukemia — numerous chemotherapy treatments, countless nights without sleep, and quiet moments of prayer — the medical team delivered the message no ...

















