I’m so glad she chose me.
…for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, ’til death do us part…
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Nearly 10 years ago, Rachel and I stood in front of hundreds of loved ones and exchanged those words. We may have added some flair into our vows, like the promise of endless candy in the pantry and unlimited back rubs, but the “for better or worse” part meant the most.
And boy, have we lived up to those vows. I mean, she’s always stayed by my side and supported me at my “worse.” And believe me when I say that I’ve had a lot of worse. A whole bunch of worse. She was also my number one supporter during our “poorer.” And believe me when I say that we’ve seen some poorer.
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I'm glad Rachel isn't in pain: I'm also glad that she's demonstrating that her quality of life is more than just what is happening to her physically, but in the love she has and is sharing with her husband, children and the others - a love that comes from Jesus. And it sounds like the hospital that she is staying in is the sort of hospital we need for people at her stage in life: funding for palliative care, and she is dying with the dignity that so many people seem to be so afraid of losing that they'd rather die earlier, at a time of their own choosing, than experience it.
A sad and touching story, but 'we' were not diagnosed with breast cancer. Your wife was, even though her terrible diagnosis would have affected you as well.
It's really up to Rachel to describe it as how she chooses: my wife always chose to say "we're pregnant", when very clearly she was the one carrying the baby and I was not; although that was not how I described it myself, for her it was an experience we were both going through as a couple and as a family.
Absolutely.
A baby isn't the same thing as experiencing a terminal disease. Indeed, the author interestingly initially owns the cancer as a "we" narrative when it first came along and was put into remission, but then it's all about Rachel's journey as an individual now it has returned and cannot be cured. I must say, I also winced a bit at the "we" terminology, but what is more prominent is the respectful and loving way in which the author describes his wife's current pathway, which she faces as an individual (as does he).