There is a moment I wish my son dead. I wish for him to be killed instantly in a car crash. Can you imagine wishing your child dead? It’s not something I would ever have thought possible, not until a stranger in a crisp Italian suit and polished leather shoes tells me that my 10-year-old son is going to die in a matter of months. That he’ll die a torturous and undignified death that will rob him of his personality long before his heart finally stops beating.
Wouldn’t you, too, find yourself wishing for a quick death for the child you love beyond reason, a child who has never had a day’s illness in his life?
We stand in a small hospital playroom, my husband