My Daughter’s Friends Brought Prom to Her Hospital Room—Then Her Best Friend Handed Me an Envelope and Said, “This Is the Real Reason We’re Here”

folded letter into the back of her journal.

The Hospital Stay

Two days before prom, another round of chemotherapy left Carol feeling even worse.

I drove her back to the hospital with shaking hands while she rested her cheek against the cool window. She didn’t say much. She didn’t need to.

She was admitted for the night.

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