Coming up for a year ago now DP began to get sick, as the weeks went on he turned yellow and, after a mammoth battle with the NHS in covid times, he was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive cancer. A PET scan in August showed no spread but by the time they finally got round to operating on him in late October they found the cancer had spread to his liver, limiting his already limited chances of survival (the 5 year survival rate for his cancer without spread is 7%). In November we were told he had six months to live yet somehow he is doing OK, the tumours are spreading but he is well in himself for now.
Tomorrow we marry. We are blessed that he is well enough to enjoy it, the icing on the cake would be sunshine. When we were buying our outfits we went for shorts for our fosterling (and had to make an emergency dash to the shops yesterday for some trousers for him). Cross your fingers for some sun for us please?