One of two battling cancer is a full plate. Two of two is unimaginable. It’s unfair. It stretches the limits of what a couple can endure.
She has just finished her treatment for breast cancer. She is weak in body, but strong in spirit. She walks with a slight bend at the waist. I’m not sure she even realizes that she is slumped over, but I noticed it as she walked away. Her hair is starting to grow back, but she still wears her wig. It gives her that ‘complete’ look, something that her wisps of short hair don’t quite do yet.
But more important that any of this physical stuff is the man who stands by her side. His appearance has changed a lot in the last year. He’s lost so much weight. His posture has changed too. He is weak in body but also strong in spirit. He is still the man of her dreams.
They are, even in cancer, a perfect match. They support each other. When they talk about their cancers, the HOPE echo’s in their voices. They talk about future treatments for him, and how his cancer will be treated as a chronic problem versus a terminal disease.
“In sickness and in health,” says the vow….
Cancer to cancer, they stand together.