When I chose to spend my days with Vic, I never in my wildest nightmares thought at 32 she’d be fighting for her life against an aggressive form of GI cancer.

It’s funny, suddenly so much of life seems meaningless in this moment. I don’t want material things, I don’t care for money or work or sport. All I want is time. Time by Vic’s side to savour every moment.

There are no words to describe it. No lessons that can prepare you. The last 2 months have been the worst of our lives.

I thought I knew some strong people & had seen the lengths of human endurance. But the fight Vic has shown in the last month has blown me away.

Merely weeks in, we came to St Gemma’s, and we found peace again.

In the 6 weeks since Vic had her diagnosis, it’s the first time we’ve been able to breathe.

The torrent of anguish, anger & pain subsided. If only for a moment. And oh how much it helped.

In each others arms we solace. The tears have dried and the words have all been said.

There’s a true magic here.

It runs through the hallways & it shines in the sun. It’s found in little conversations & old memories. Glints in the eye & small words we share.

Time stops & every second lasts for ever. In these weeks we’ve lived years. Precious seconds compounding into beautiful minutes. A lifetime of emotion flowing through us.

We’ve gained a level of peace & comfort here I never thought I’d experience. Nothing hidden. Nothing off limits.

No overthinking. No processing of what’s next. No worry of what will be. Just here, and now, and you.

Always you. Always us. 💛