My dying son asked the scary biker in the hospital waiting room to hold him instead of me. I’m his mother
My son Liam asked a scary biker in the hospital waiting room to hold him instead of me. I’m his mother. I’ve cradled him through every fever, every nightmare, every pain for six years. I’ll never forget that moment. It was a long day — eleven hours at Children’s Hospital. Liam was seven, fighting leukemia…