Matt held Lisa’s hand as she was wheeled past him from oncology on her way through to surgery. He felt helpless. Completely, infuriatingly helpless, and he hated it. It brought back too many memories, made him want to just run away to avoid what he knew might be coming. What could happen. They’d been in a hallway just like this only weeks earlier when she’d so bravely gone through with the termination, and now they just had to hope they’d caught her cancer early enough that the surgeons could work their magic. “Matt,” she whispered when he bent to kiss her. He held tight, smiled down at her. “You’re gonna be fine. Absolutely fine.” “Tell him I need to be able to have kids. Please tell him how important that is to me.” Matt took a deep breath. “Baby, he knows that. We’ve told him already.” “But . . .” “Lisa, the most important thing is beating this. Kicking cancer’s butt, yeah? He’s already told us that there is a small chance they’ll have to be more invasive, but they’re not going to do that unless they have to.
