My 17-Year-Old Son Shaved His Head for His Sick Girlfriend—The Next Day, Her Mother Called Me and Said, “You Need to Come to the Hospital”

merging in such a beautiful, organic way. They were a perfect match.

Then, four months ago, the world stopped turning.

The diagnosis hit like a wrecking ball. One day, they were debating prom themes and laughing about college applications; the next, Lily’s life was reduced to a sterile, white-walled nightmare of IV poles, chemotherapy infusions, and continue reading …