Earlier this year, TMP Books put out a call for submissions for two anthologies, requesting stories from cancer warriors/survivors, and from cancer caregivers. We received several submissions, but not enough to fill either book, so for now, the books are postponed. When I notified the writers who had submitted, one of them suggested running the stories on my blog, and I loved the idea. My goal was to share people’s stories, to give encouragement and hope to other cancer warriors and caregivers, so why wait? I’m sharing the stories each Tuesday, in the order they were submitted. Today, I welcome author Phee Paradise, sharing a powerful snippet of caregiving during her son’s battle with leukemia. Between Christmas and Easter On Christmas Eve, I held a flickering candle in each hand, tears filling my eyes. The left one was for me, the right one for my son whose arm hung uselessly after a stroke. This night he was quarantined at home recovering from a bone marrow transplant. In the dim ch...