The plans were already in motion—the date, the venue, the invitations. When the doctors told us to move up the wedding, afraid of what might happen, we refused. We wanted it exactly as we dreamed. Three weeks before the big day, her hair fell out again. I reminded her, “I loved you bald the first time, and I love you even more now.” She took my breath away as she walked down the aisle, radiant and strong. As her 30th birthday neared, we made the hardest decision of all: to stop fighting and just live fully in the days we had together.
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