Chapter TwentyJuly 20
8:40 a.m.
Emma and Michael told Christopher that these were new drugs that the doctors were going to give him. He looked beaten and bruised from some combination of the disease and the treatment. He had lost weight and his face was shadowy and gaunt.
“It's going to make me better?” he asked, hopefully. One more knife to the heart.
“We sure hope so, son,” Michael said, putting his arm around Christopher. “Sorry it is taking so long to get you well.”
The immunotherapy brought a new round of suffering for a child who had been through far too much. Christopher woke up in the middle of the night with complaints of stomach pain. Emma sat next to him on his race car shaped bed and hugged him as he cried out in pain. It was all so cruel and heartbreaking.
Medically, Dr.
