My fiancée wore the wedding dress we had picked out together and married her childhood friend.
On the very day they held their wedding, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
We had been together for seven years, but that meant less to her than one word from her childhood friend.
She said, "I only think of him as an older brother. You will always be the one I legally marry."
Even after learning I had stomach cancer, she still planned to go on a honeymoon with him.
Later, I needed surgery.
She said again, "Don't rush into it. I'll come back and be with you after my honeymoon."
