Steve and I had reconnected and rekindled love after a 40 year gap in our relationship (due to a lost letter of proposal) and the miracle of information available on the internet. After a year of absolute joy, I found a lump and had the talk that included it would be ok if he wanted to back out of our plans to live together ( we are both in our late 60’s). Instead, we had a beautiful wedding and the following month my mastectomy. That was a year and half ago. He has been at my side, holding my hand, staying with me during chemo, driving to radiation therapy, cheering me on days when I’m down. I could not get through this journey without him. I know there was divine intervention in Steve finding my phone number 4 decades after our last conversation.

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