Before the dates for my denomination’s camp meeting were ever announced, before calendars filled up and schedules collided, I had already made plans. About six months ago, I booked a vacation. Not because I wanted to get away. Not because I needed a break. But because, in many ways, it’s a Make-A-Wish trip for my son, Vinnie. For ten years now, he’s battled bone cancer. Ten years. He’s getting skinnier, yet somehow keeping his weight. The doctor…
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