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

Every test.

Every discussion.

All of it felt like people preparing me for bad news.

For loss.

For uncertainty.

Now, for the first time, someone was talking about possibilities.

About chances.

About a future.

I burst into tears.

Not graceful tears.

Not movie tears.

Ugly, uncontrollable sobs.

My mom rushed forward from the crowd.

She wrapped her arms around me.

She continue reading …