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Breast cancer affects all aspects of a marriage. Intimacy is one of the most affected areas, but is also one of the least talked about. In this article, learn how one survivor’s life has been drastically changed.
 

If I ever got sick or injured I would go to the children’s hospital, but that was nothing like a real hospital where people are fighting for their life day-in and day-out. I absolutely hated it, and still do. I was in Emory Hospital visiting my dad two to three times a week for about six months, and every time I walked in that place, it just gave me the heebie-jeebies.

For the past four years, a coworker and I took on the responsibility as organizers and ambassadors for the annual Movember “Best Moustache” competition and fundraising event in our office. In November 2016, the cause took on a whole new meaning.

When I recited my wedding vows to Eli in 1995, I never expected to be his caregiver. At the time, Eli was seemingly at the peak of good health and in the middle of his nine-year career as a professional linebacker.

If your chair was cold, I knew you were two floors down in the NICU cradling your only child – the only one I’d be able to give you – making sure his IV and nutrition lines were also connected and beeping lively and skipping at the same beat as mine.