“The obstetrician’s statement was not of course categorical and not everyone who has cancer dies, but Alison was, at that instant confronting the fear that we fear most. When the doctor said those words, it was like a dream or nightmare. I heard them said. And when we hugged each other-when the doctor had gone-we pressed our bodies together as we had done before, and if there were tears on our cheeks, there had been tears on our cheeks before. I kissed your mother’s eyes. Her hair was wet with tears. I smoothed her hair on her forehead. My own eyes were swimming. She said, “All right, how are we going to get through all of this? “
Peter Carey “A Letter to our Son”
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