On what was meant to be one of the happiest days of my life — my wedding day — something happened that I could never have imagined, never rehearsed for. And never believed would unfold in front of everyone I loved. It was a day I had pictured so many times during long nights of treatment and recovery, a bright point on the horizon when everything else felt uncertain. After months of chemotherapy, hospital visits, physical exhaustion, and emotional strain, this day was supposed to symbolize hope, renewal, and the beginning of a new chapter. Losing my hair had been...
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