Synopsis

Three years ago, I had my positive cancer diagnosis in one hand as I consoled Anderson Graham, whose eyes were red and teary. "It's just cancer. I can beat this." However, he continued crying until he was almost out of breath. He hugged me so tightly that I thought my bones would crack. "Yvonne, promise me that you'll beat this. I'll wait for you to return so I can marry you!" In order to live, I had to remove most of my stomach. Every single day, I was faced with handful after handful of pills and never-endin…