My prom dress stayed untouched while I faced a stage 3 diagnosis—until my date did something at prom that changed my life forever.

He smiled softly.

“Just listen.”

His mother took a shaky breath.

“My name is Diane.”

A few people nodded politely.

Many already knew who she was.

She looked out across the crowd.

Then her eyes found me.

“Elena, I’m sorry for interrupting prom.”

The room chuckled lightly.

“I promise there’s a good reason.”

She paused.

“Many years ago, I was diagnosed with a very continue reading …