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

worrying about photos and corsages, I was trying to process the words “Stage 3.”

Those words had been echoing in my head nonstop since the doctor said them.

Stage 3.
Aggressive.
Immediate treatment.

Chemotherapy starts Friday morning.

Friday morning happened to be the morning after prom.

The timing felt almost insulting.

I was 17 years old.

I was supposed to continue reading …