It was July 3, 2025. I will never forget it. The day my husband was told there was a mass on his kidney. And there were spots on other organs. We had only been married for seven and a half months. Just celebrated out honeymoon. We went from our lives being at a peak of the highest mountain to the tip of the largest iceberg. How could this have happened? Not only to him, but to me??

Before we jump chapters, let’s start at the beginning. It was 10 years ago. I was invited to a friend’s Easter party and there was this cute boy I had never met. All I wanted was to get to know him. My friends helped manifest that and getting to know him is what I did. We texted the first day until 2am. All I wanted to do was get to know every detail about his life. He was my “Mr. McDreamy”. A few months prior he moved back to the city after graduating college. The next day, we shared our first kiss and had our first date. After that, we were inseperable.

Four months in, he met my entire family. They LOVED him. And he loved them back. Less than a year of dating, we moved in together. Our relationship was amazing. On our 7th anniversary, he proposed. It was the ring of my DREAMS. We were married about 18 months later surrounded by all of our loved ones. Six months after “I Do”, we were on our honeymoon.

Sounds like the perfect relationship, right? It was; but it was also difficult like all relationships are. We survived COVID together! We were unstoppable. Until this fucking cancer diagnosis…that’s when my world came crashing down.

…until next time friends.