So I thought I'd spend the time sharing some thoughts about my wife Angela.
Once I was diagnosed with cancer it became almost immediately clear that a lot of my relationships would change. My relationship with Angela was no exception.
I alway thought that I had a good marriage. Angela and I are a couple now for about 15 years and we always said that we had it overall very easy. We got along well, fought seldom, had similar interest and views about the world, a great sex life, really enjoyed being together and often enjoyed being apart. I always knew that I loved her very much.
Once we heard about the initial diagnosis she was right there for me. I mean right there. Her own needs became secondary and her entire purpose over the last four weeks was to comfort me and make this experience as easy for me as possible. She spent the days trying to cheer me up or listening to my worries, making smoothies with cancer fighting whatnots, cooking meals, doing laundry and shopping and spent the nights with little sleep while she was worrying and praying for me while I slept. On top of that she also went to work when they weren't able to find a replacement for the occasional shift. Then she would check in with me regularly to make sure I'm o.k. My wife loves me.
I was ichatting with my mother a couple of days after they heard the news. It was clearly hard on my mom and we talked about the possibility of dying.
"Your job right now" my mother said "Is to make it through this for Angela's sake. That is your responsibility as her husband. If you love her you make sure to do everything you can to survive this. This is not all about you, it's also about Angela and other people that you love. Sometimes the dying is easier than being left behind." I don't think I will ever forget this conversation.
If I make it through this, I know that I will owe my life to my wife.
I love you, Ange