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

be worried about graduation, college applications, and whether my crush would ask me to dance.

Instead, I was learning about treatment plans, side effects, and survival rates.

The worst part was that I already looked sick.

My hair had started falling out much faster than anyone expected.

Every time I brushed it, more strands came loose.

Every shower felt continue reading …