My parents abandoned me in a hospital at 13 because my ca.nc.er treatment was “too expensive.” 15 years later, hearing I was the Valedictorian of Columbia University College, they demanded VIP tickets

Chemotherapy burned through me. But Megan was there for every infusion, every fever, every panic attack, every bald-headed morning when I felt ugly and broken.

She would look at me and say, “Good morning, beautiful girl. I’m lucky to see your face.”