2 septembre 2026

The night before my first treatment

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.

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