The Untold Story Behind the Woman Who Shaped Josh Manson’s Journey to the NHL
Of all the things cancer takes from a person, I think the most painful is time.
When someone you love is sick, you realize that so much of the stuff in our lives — whether it’s possessions, or money, or our careers — none of it matters if you don’t have time.
When I saw my mom in the summer of 2023, not long before she passed, all I wanted was a few more days.
Just a few more. Hours, even.
More mornings on the lake. More afternoons watching her with her granddaughters. More nights with her in the stands at my games. Just more time. And in a way, I felt selfish. Because we did get more time. She was originally diagnosed in 2014 with melanoma, and I had nearly seven and a half years with her after that. She saw me get married, have kids, win a Stanley Cup. I feel so lucky to have had all that happen in front of her. I do. But I still just miss my mom. It’s been two years since we lost her, and I wanted to write this story for her, but also for everyone battling cancer out there.
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