[steveben]

I am very happy about them

[dayglored]

Great pics of the couple at various times at the article, including their weddnig. Kudos to them both for coming through a very tough passage successfully. May they enjoy a long and happy life together.

[bgill]

That’s a good man.

[entropy12]

Cancer is no longer a quickly fatal disease. With chemo therapy and immuno-therapy and precise radiation treatment, cancer is now more of a chronic disease similar to Parkinsons or diabetes.

[wardaddy]

She’s very pretty

What a hard thing for her. Chemo is a monster

Many men and women woulda bolted

[Bob434]

Great story- A few years back there was some scumbag bragging about leaving his dying wife for another woman- This fella here i n the article is a true gentleman- May God bless him and her tremendously

headline from that same site:

“Why Does Canada Feel more Developed Than The USA”

Bahahahahaha- Yeah, ok-

[2banana]

Challenge accepted!!!!

[Maceman]

Back in 2010, I met a woman on Match.com. We hit it off really well just from the email exchanges and phone calls.

We agreed to meet, but just before we did, she sent me an email telling me that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer four months earlier, that she was bald because of undergoing chemo, and that she had a double mastectomy.

She wrote that she would understand if I didn't want to meet her, and I admit that I was initially shocked and briefly conflicted about whether or not I wanted to meet.

But we had hit it off so well, that I told her I still wanted to meet. We did meet shortly thereafter, and I was hopelessly in love with her within a month of our first meeting. I would go with her to her doctor's appointments and also accompanied her to her chemo treatments.

We had a wonderful relationship for a year and a half, during which she was in "remission." But then she started to deteriorate, and shortly after learned that the cancer had spread to her brain. At one point, she fell off her couch in her apartment and couldn't get up. She called me and I drove over to manhandle her to my car, brought her to my place, and manhandled her up the stairs to my apartment.

I became her primary caretaker for six months until Christmas time in 2012 when I took her to the hospital. Two weeks thereafter, her doctor gave her a bleak prognosis ("short and less short") at which point she went into hospice.

The hospice staff was kind enough to let me have the other bed in her room, where I stayed every night with her for the next six weeks, during which time her lucidity deteriorated to the point where she didn't know my name or her own.

One night, after reading about the death process, I held her hand (she was unconscious most of the time), and spoke to her at length before going to bed myself.

When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. I was the last one to see her alive.

I still cherish the memories of our whole time together -- the good, the bad, and the horrific. But as the Garth Brooks song goes: "I could have missed the pain, but I'd a had to miss the dance."

Sorry for going on about this, but the posted article brought back all those memories. In fact, I'm tearing up right now.

Below is a link to the Wikipedia article about her.

Mary Ruth Ray

[BookmanTheJanitor]

Thank you for posting this story.

[Tolerance Sucks Rocks]

A wonderful story!

PING!

[Chgogal]

BTTT