When I found out about my cancer it felt like a cosmic kick in the gut. I am at a place in my life where I am happy. To clarify, I have been happy throughout my life, but my work defined me. Now I can have a family and work. I get to be a step mother, a wife and friend to someone whom I love a great deal.
I repeat who gets a cancer diagnosis 35 days out from their wedding? Raise those hands! I am sure -- I am not the only one, but timing could not have been worse.
The irony of such an occurrence is not lost on me. Not only do we need to finalize some wedding things --- we have to expedite my move -- the selling of my house -- the moving of my "stuff" and my wee cat.
Every discussion we've had with our wedding vendors and minister we've had to discuss the cancer. In fact, we asked that in sickness and health be left out of our vows.
I was already very emotional about the wedding. For reference, I am very "Spock" like. Very logical. So for me to emo about the wedding is saying something. We so want to make our day about us and our family. We do not want to make the day about cancer.
We know there will be happy and sad tears. Hopefully, more happy than sad. My fiance is my very best friend and the love of my life. It took a long time for us to find each other.
So ironically, we begin our lives together with me having cancer. Isn't it ironic?
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