From Chemo Chairs to “I Do”
Some love stories start with sweet coffee dates.
Ours began in the oncology ward—with shaved heads, trembling hands, and whispered prayers in the dark.
At just 17, we weren’t supposed to know hospitals better than high school hallways.

We weren’t supposed to count survival in days instead of dreams.
Yet there, in the middle of fear and IV drips… love found us anyway.
We didn’t promise forever under stars.
We promised it in waiting rooms.
Through panic attacks.
In silence heavier than words.
With faith as our only anchor.
Seven years later—same two souls, different chapter.
No hospital gowns. Just wedding whites.
No fighting for breath… just breathing each other in.
This is what real love looks like:
Choosing each other when everything falls apart.

Holding on when letting go feels easier.
Believing in tomorrow when today screams impossible.
To anyone in the storm right now—
Your story isn’t over.
Your miracle is still writing itself.
And love… love always knows how to find you,
even in the deepest shadows.
From survival… to forever.
And baby, this is only the beginning.