MY PARENTS WALKED AWAY FROM ME AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS 13 — MY MOTHER WENT PALE WHEN THE DEAN CALLED MY NAME

anywhere.”

She kept that promise too.

The following two years were incredibly difficult.

There’s no easy way to describe chemotherapy.

It’s brutal.

But Rachel made it survivable.

She drove me to every appointment, held my hand through every infusion, and stayed beside me during every wave of nausea. She learned how to cook the bland foods I could tolerate.continue reading …