13 years ago, we had a distinct conversation about why I didn’t want to get married.
I was blown away by your story— the liver cancer that hit you as a child, the death diagnosis, the transplant and of course, the IronMan and sell-all-to-be-a-missionary.
But our friendship was becoming…ridiculous. You lived in Canada, I in Singapore. How could it be that we stumbled into each other’s blogs by accident?
But the worst part was when your liver enzymes skyrocketed just before you popped the question, and confirmed everyone’s worst doubts—
— You were meant to be just a friend, not a partner for a covenant relationship.
Why marry a patient at the start of my medical career?
But what a curveball the past decade has thrown us— you’ve outlived your life by over 30 years post-transplant. You’ve stood by me through more operations and doctors appointments than I have for you.
When you faced a liver crisis before you proposed, I pleaded with God to extend your life for just three more years for 3 good years of marriage.
I didn’t expect His goodness to take us this far.
Here we are, with 2 littles and 2 pups, halfway across the world from the homes we each had.
For all the fights we’ve had, I’m glad for the one I didn’t win— the one where you convinced me that marrying you would be right.💛
For all we’ve journeyed through together—
Happy 12th, Cliff.
*Thank you for the flowers- which I know were extra hard to get for me here— no idea how or where you got them from but am grateful 🌸
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