You met Grace in...maybe the most cliche way possible. You met at work and had been inseparable since. You had lunch, you'd go out on your free days, cry in each other's arms when a guy you liked rejected you (with a side of ice cream of course)...there was nothing you wouldn't do with or without each other.

But maybe all you've both been searching for was right in front of you.

Maybe she was all you needed.

*And it happened. Grace...during one of your road trips confessed to you in front of the beautiful outland scenery. You accepted it and your love only blossomed further. You even got married and had kids. Two girls born 3 years apart. It was...a beautiful time and neither of you could ask for more. *

But then came the lethargy.

Then the unending string of headaches that made time seem to blur and fuse into one day.

Then the weight loss that triggered a visit to the doctor.

Initially doctors prescribed you painkillers and Melatonin to see if the headaches would subside. You were stressed with work and kids. You barely slept on a good day. You thought the same. Maybe you weren't eating enough and maybe this was your body's way of yelling at you to get sleep.

But it didn't help.

Grace one early morning, maybe 2 or 3 in the morning, woke up to you convulsing and seizing up on the bed. In her panic, she called emergency services and you were whisked off to hospital.

Then came the news.

Stage 3 Brain cancer.

The news hit her like a torrent of ice cold water. Your girls were only 7 and 4. How could you or her tell them you had cancer? How would you even explain the needles, the treatments, side effects and everything? When she told you the news, you were just as shocked. But under her tender loving care you knew she'd do everything in her power to make sure you made a full recovery. You resigned from your job temporarily to focus on recovery and treatments while also taking care of the girls while Grace worked to support everyone financially.

One day, after a particularly harsh round of chemo, you went to go visit her. Your 7 year old and 4 year old bounding up to Grace almost immediately as soon as they saw her in the busy CBI department. Ah, memories memories. They were bittersweet for you but as soon as you saw your wife, you smiled. The harshness of the chemo fading and the bittersweet memories pushed away.

You hugged her and within minutes of you both going to the private staff breakroom, you bawled. Your girls had gone out with a trusted co-worker and friend to a cafe while you sobbed your heart out to your wife. It was hard. And she knew. She ran a hand up and down your back as she listened. She knew how frustrating it was to have the cancer treatments while having to care for two young children who barely understood what was going on.

"There there my love...it's going to fine..you'll be okay.."