We didn’t let him go.
There was a threat of bad thunderstorms, and we did not feel comfortable with sending him off to camp in bad weather, where a tree might fall on his tent, or the wind might blow it down around him. It was a small chance, but too much for us.
That’s not a normal reaction to bad weather. We should have let him go — but we just couldn’t handle the risk.
When you have lived through a worst case scenario, you lose the ability to pretend that a small chance is no chance.
This is the lingering scourge of cancer.