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

journey started.

The treatment was working.

My doctors were thrilled.

My parents cried again.

Honestly, by then, crying had become something of a family hobby.

A few weeks later, I walked across the graduation stage.

The crowd cheered.

My parents stood.

My mom was waving both arms.

My dad was yelling loud enough to embarrass me.

Then I heard another voice.

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