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

chemotherapy session was scheduled for the next morning.

Prom was tonight.

And suddenly, that dress didn’t look beautiful anymore.

It looked cruel.

My mother knocked softly before stepping inside. Her eyes went to the brush in my lap, then to my face. She didn’t say anything. She just sat beside me and wrapped one arm around my shoulders.

“You don’t have continue reading …