One last time.

My wife and I married 148 days ago. Since the wedding, we have focused on treatment, it's been a constant in our lives this year, with every day life almost revolving around it. Whether it's chemo day, or, which tablets or injections to take when, fries my noodle just trying to take it in some days. But she does it, does it all, with me beside her.
After 5 rounds of chemo, Thursday will be the last one, and I'm quite glad of that. It's quite hard watching your other half get poisoned with chemo stuff let alone see the side effects of it, I'd swap with her in a heart beat. Sure she has to take other stuff after Thursday for a few years, but, it doesn't come with the same horrid side effects, and, after Thursday we can get back to some sort of normality that I know she craves.