The night before my first chemotherapy treatment, I almost skipped prom because I couldn’t bear the thought of facing everyone’s pity. Then my date walked onto the stage, shaved his head in front of the entire school, and set in motion something I never saw coming.
I went from obsessing over silver heels for prom to staring at clumps of my own hair in a brush in less than two weeks.
No exaggeration.
Two weeks ago, my biggest crisis was finding the perfect shoes to match the emerald green dress hanging on my closet door.
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