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

out.

Leo wrapped an arm around me.

Not next year.

Not six months from now.

Immediately.

The word echoed through my head.

Immediately.

Diane’s voice shook.

“The doctor believes you may qualify for an advanced treatment protocol that could significantly improve your chances.”

The world blurred.

For weeks, every conversation had felt like a countdown.

Every appointment.continue reading …