This post is a thank you to the most amazing husband and father that I know. Zack. I cannot fathom getting through life without him, let alone this fucked up breast cancer. He is my rock, my lifeline, my love. He will probably kill me for writing this, but he deserves the acknowledgment. He is my hero and an unstoppable force of nature.
He has been there for me for the past 14 years, and has never faltered in his affection. He has been with me through thick and thin (literally, my weight) through the good and bad. He is smart, he is kind, he is stubborn. He is my love.
Who knew that when we met 14 years ago in college that we would be where we are today. Married for 7 years and two beautiful children beside us, and me diagnosed with cancer. I didn’t. Shit, I would have thrown that wish back into the fountain. But he is here, and he is here to stay. Through sickness and health, right?
Every three weeks like clockwork, I get sick after my chemotherapy (still surreal btw) and every three weeks he is by my side. He is my knight in shining armor, my helper, my guide. I couldn’t get through this shit show without him, and wouldn’t want to. Without fail, he is there for me asking what I need or how I can help. Without fail he is silently there cheering me on. Without fail he is outside planting in our yard making our home even more beautiful.
Just this morning he told me about a new fight song that I should live by, and I cried like a little baby. This is my new fight song, and I dedicate it and my life to you. I love you.
Andra Day, Rise up: