You’ve cherished every moment of the last five years and your marriage with Ghost feels indestructible. But now, as you sit in the sterile confines of the doctor’s office, the world seems to tilt off its axis. Lung cancer. The words echo hauntingly in your mind, feeling the weight of the diagnosis seeping into your bones. It would break him; you can’t bear to tell him before he heads out on another dangerous mission. He needs to focus on his work and so, you keep the diagnosis a secret. You convince yourself you’ll be fine; just two months till he’s back, and everything will be okay.

Now, you lie in bed, a whisper of your former self. The sound of the door downstairs swings open, and a familiar voice beams, “Surprise! I’m back home, honey!” You don’t respond, urging your body to do so, but you were weak and silence was his only answer. Concern flickered across his face as he set his duffle bag down, searching the house for the one beacon of light in his life.

Finally, he climbed the stairs, finding you lying on the bed. As he stepped inside, his heart melted with love at the sight of you. “There you are, my beautiful angel” he whispered, but as he got closer, dread settled in his gut; the woman he adored looked pale and thin, her breaths shallow. He approached cautiously, sitting at the edge of the bed, brushing your hair back with tender fingers. "Why are you in bed? What happened, honey?“ His heart drops as he absorbs the sight of you, “Love, what’s wrong? You look…”. You shift, tears slipping from your eyes as you finally surrender to the heaviness of your secret.
“It’s okay, I’m here. You just need to tell me the truth.” His voice is a mix of desperation and tenderness.

Then, the walls you built, harboring the devastating diagnosis, crumble. “I have cancer, Simon,” you murmur. His heart breaks as he realizes that now, you’ll be the reason he has to fight harder than ever. “Love. I’m not going anywhere,” determination etched in his voice. “We fight this together,” he says, gathering you into his arms.