I married my beautiful bride 13 years ago. That day was the best day of my life. A normal November day this year was the worst.
It is a feeling of unreal truth to learn that your wife has breast cancer. Emotions such as fear, dread, worry, and anger rush through you as multiple questions come to mind about what to do: “How could this have happened?”, “Isn’t she too young?”, and “How is this going to affect our lives?” are a few. Questioning and complaining will not change a thing. All that matters is how will I get my wife 100% cancer free.
Marsi has already discussed her Cancer treatment using Chemotherapy, so I do not want to focus on the treatment itself but rather the effects of the treatment. This is where it is the hardest for me. Hardest because I am helpless. For the first time, I, the husband, can not help my wife. I can not just wisk her away from all the fear and pain. Instead, I am forced to helplessly watch my beloved suffer. Aches, pain, nausea, loss of hair, exhaustion are all normal for her now. It has become a day long battle for her to find, in a word, comfort. Chemotherapy may be the cure for cancer, but it is in no way a quick fix. It is a long, drawn out, painful, multiple symptom breakdown of her body that physically and mentally tears her down – this is what I have to watch my wife endure. And watching your loved one go through it, is absolutely horrible.
This is where love, friendship and positive thinking come in. No cancer patient needs any negative feelings or sorrow around them. They need love, support, family and most of all, humor. I feel the best thing I can do for Marsi right now is keep our family running as usual. Keep as much normalcy in our lives as possible. I have to show Marsi that I have no fear and no doubt that she will get through this. Marsi needs this from me. She depends on me to be strong at this time, more then ever before, because I am her shinning white knight, her punching bag, her shoulder to cry on and her partner.