I met my wife in 2017. She's awesome. I couldn't have asked for a better partner.
We had planned our wedding for September 2020 in Jasper, at a Parks Canada location outside in the mountains. The pandemic or a stop to that, and we had tentatively rescheduled it for a year after.
When we found out about my cancer, I asked her if she still wanted to marry me. She said "Of course, don't be silly". After we learned what the treatment would involve we decided to have a small wedding at her grandparents acerage in October 2020, before I had to shave off my beard for the radiation treatment. Her family were witnesses and our best friends were our best people, and my best's husband was our officiant. It was the best thing we could have done in the time and situation.
My radiation treatment involved me receiving 70 Sieverts over 35 fractions. I was bolted to a table as a linear accelerator revolved around me and zapped my tumour-containing lymph nodes. During these sessions I'd remember standing at the archway my wife's grandfather built and turning to see her walk up the aisle as the autumn leaves fell gently past us.
That was my happy place. It still is.


















