Ghosts | Dustin Michael

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Sometimes I meet other parents in the children’s hospital who make me feel like my son’s leukemia is a blessing, who would trade away their souls for his odds. They hover like ghosts in the family kitchen where I go for coffee. Always different parents. They say soon they’ll either be taking their child home or following the body to the morgue. On my next coffee run they’re gone, and I never know which thing they did.

So I tell myself they took their child home, glide back to my son’s room, force on my ghost’s smile, my ghost’s gratitude.

Dustin Michael and his wife share blogging duties at, where they write about their son, Phin, who was recently diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia.

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