“I was diagnosed at 25. I beat it at 25. This day last year, I got the news that I was going to live – really live – and that this life was mine to keep living. For so long, I thought I’d be leaving my family behind. I spent months preparing myself for that reality. I made sure my husband knew how deeply I loved him. I told him every single day. I touched his cheek every single day. I even joked with him about who he might marry after me, suggesting a few women I thought he might like. We laughed about it together, and I told him to pick someone with a little hidden crazy, because I know he enjoys that 😉.
But Tyler kept telling me, and still tells me, that I’m the only crazy he wants. He told me from the start that I wasn’t going to die, that he just knew I’d beat it 😍. I mean, seriously… what a man, right?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. This day last year felt like God handed me a golden box with a giant red bow and a shiny tag with my name on it. Inside was pure love. A cup so full of love it was overflowing. And so, I chose to live. For as long as I’m here, I’ll never take a single day for granted. Because there’s just no time in life to hold back love.”