After five years, a wonderful home and endless experiences together, Ryan proposed to me on a trip to visit our parents in Bend, Oregon. Unfortunately we weren’t able to start our wedding planning right away. Ryan had been battling cancer for the past seven months, and we stayed focused on his health first, expecting to plan when it was all over. After three different intensive chemotherapies, a major surgery, and lots of nights in the hospital, Ryan’s treatment was discontinued. We were told there was nothing else to do but treasure the six months he had left. The one thing that remained important to us was to get married, so we set a date for two months out and began dreaming up our wedding. Not long after, Ryan’s health took a turn for the worse and six months turned into only a couple weeks. With three days’ notice and the help of dear friends and family, we were able to do the thing that mattered the most to us: we got married. As emotional and difficult as parts of the day were, it was the most special day of our lives and of our relationship together. Ryan survived against all odds for an additional five weeks, and although it was way too short, we were able to be married and celebrate our one-month anniversary, and that’s a gift no one can ever take away.