“Practicing, hon?” Mom leans against the doorway. “You really love that guitar.”
“As much as you love fixing things,” Jackson says. “Almost as much as I love basketball. Probably more right now, since I can’t play.”
He doesn’t talk about basketball often, nor about taekwondo. It hurts to remember the things he can’t do, but he’ll get back to them. Once they’ve beaten the cancer. Once they’ve pushed it into remission.