The x-ray is clear. No recurrence. We look at one another - is there a chance that that will be the end of it? Ten per cent of metastatic osteosarcoma patients make it past the five year mark. Someone has to make up that ten per cent. It's going to be Rose.
In a sudden rush (rare) of optimism and conviction I decide that Rose is going to be ok. She's going to be nine and ten and eleven and twelve and then she's going to drive me mad because she's a teenager and we're going to argue and fight over clothes and boyfriends and staying out late and we're going to shop together for another thirty years and I can't wait for all of it.
