“In sickness and in health” is how my love story begins.

Thirty years into our marriage I heard the words everyone dreads—you have cancer. The doctor at Roswell said that he planned to give me thirty more years at least.

My husband was with me every step of the way from the first frightening chemotherapy treatments and the awful effects that would follow. He told me I was beautiful when I was bald. He was patient every time I burst into tears and lovingly adjusted my attitude with his positive one.

When I was hospitalized, he would teach all day, go home and shower any germs away, and drive the forty five minutes to spend time with me. This went on day after day and he never complained.

He refused to eat in front of me when I had to be fed intravenously for twelve days even though I insisted it was no problem. I had to be isolated from family and friends for six months because I was immune compromised. This meant he was basically in isolation too for six months. He stayed right by my side.

He was an amazing care-giver and truly took his marriage vows seriously. I am happy to say it is now thirty years later and counting and this experience taught me what true love is all about!