For almost a year, I measured my daughter’s life in treatments and test results. On her seventh birthday, I thought my only job was making one hospital day feel special. By the end of it, I realized Alice had been waiting for something I was terrified to give her.
My daughter was already crying when Superman knelt beside her hospital bed and told her there was another surprise.
I was crying too.
Around us stood Wonder Woman, Batman, Spider-Man, and Captain America. Under the masks were doctors and nurses who had spent almost a year treating my seven-year-old daughter for cancer.
My daughter was already crying when Superman knelt beside her.
Alice wiped her cheeks and looked at me.
Dr. Malcolm rested one hand on the edge of her bed.
“There’s one
