They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

my age were supposed to be planning honeymoons.

Not preparing for death.

Ryan squeezed my hand.

Or at least I thought he did.

The rest of the appointment passed in a blur of medical terminology, treatment options, and statistics.

I barely heard any of it.

All I knew was that my future had suddenly become frighteningly uncertain.