Through all this, he’s thinking about me- how I’m doing. If I’m ok.
How did I get so lucky?
This incredible man holds my heart in his hands. Chemotherapy, radiation- he’s been through the gamut, and here he is, more concerned about my welfare than his own.
God, I love him. And I love God for him. He’s a keeper. A fighter. I can’t wait to marry him… He’s promised me a honeymoon in Paris.