Four months ago, Megan walked into the kitchen with a look on her face I will never forget. Her voice was quiet, almost fragile, when she told me she had found a lump.
For the next three days, the world seemed to disappear. I moved through life as if underwater, struggling to breathe, thinking in fragments, barely able to process the gravity of what had just been revealed.
When chemotherapy began, everything moved incredibly fast. Within a week, her body started to betray her in new ways. Her hair began to fall, slowly at first, then in clumps that I could see.