My Prom Dress Stayed in the Closet After My Stage 3 Diagnosis—But What My Date Did at Prom Changed My Future Forever

weeks ago, my biggest problem was whether silver heels or nude heels looked better.

Now I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at clumps of my hair tangled in my brush, trying to understand how one sentence could split a life in half.

“Stage three.”

The doctor had said it gently, as if gentleness could make the words less terrifying.

My first aggressive continue reading …