I’m a week late but in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, this blog won’t be talking anything cancer or boobs related….the entire focus will be on my love life…and the exciting things to come this year!
A few months back I wrote about how I had exciting news to share….well I’m finally ready to share. Andrew and I are getting married!!!!
If you’re friends with me in real or social networking life, that will come as no surprise to you. And what I’m calling exciting news is more like a few month old news that I’m sharing….but I’m sharing it none the less. So let’s get the typical questions out of the way:
1) When did he do it: Andrew proposed on October 20th. So when I say this information is a few months old, it’s 4 months and 1 day old to be exact.
2) How did he do it: We took a day trip to the Blowing Rock area to do some “leaf peeping” as Andrew likes to call it. After we peeped the changing leaves along the Blue Ridge Mountains, we headed to Grandfather Mountain. Andrew had packed a picnic lunch for us to eat, so we found a little area on the side of the mountain to stop and enjoy the smorgasbord he had put together. I’m not going to get into the little details of what he said, what I said, etc. The important part is he asked me to marry him and I said yes J
3) How was he supposed to do it: I have it on pretty good authority that Andrew was planning to propose on a little Mexican getaway we had planned after the Chicago Marathon. I say we “planned” on going there because the trip never actually happened. After months of anticipation of sandy beaches, blue waters, and endless cocktails, Andrew discovered the night before our trip that his passport was expired. And because you’re now required to have a passport to pass to/from Mexico, we had to cancel our trip
Everyone assumed I would be really pissed off about the whole thing, and some were even surprised I still accepted his proposal a week later, but in the grand scheme of life, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. If cancer has taught me anything, it’s you can’t sweat the small stuff. I’m sure in the 50+ years of marriage we’ll hopefully have together, I’m bound to do something equally if not more ridiculous and I’d hate to set the precedence of blowing something small out of proportion. So to you Andrew, you’re welcome that I’m such a kind, understanding, and forgiving fiancé
We went back and forth for a few months about what we wanted to do for a wedding, when it should be, where it should be, etc…..and we’ve finally set a date….so I guess I do have exciting news to share!! We’ll be getting married on Saturday, October 26th here in Charlotte. The wedding will be at the church we belong to, St. Patrick Cathedral and the reception will be at the Mint Museum Uptown. We’ve paid deposits and I got my dress last weekend, so we’re locked and loaded….and as I tell Andrew, there’s no backing out now!!
The wedding will be pretty small, just close friends and family…so probably around 75-85 guests. We’re still working through a lot of the smaller details. I have a lot of ideas, I just need some help organizing and executing them. If there’s any good (and reasonably priced) wedding planners out there please shoot me an email. I very open to suggestions.
Please bare with me these next 8 months as there may be a bit of wedding talk on my blog. You can’t blame me though. If someone would have asked me 2 years ago if I thought I would ever get married, my answer would have been a definitive no. I felt like I had this huge black cloud of baggage that I carried coming out of my treatments because I’d had cancer. Throw in the fact that I was essentially bald and about 20 pounds over-weight…I assumed I’d be single forever. What guy would want to take that on?
Lucky for me, Andrew came into my life and changed all that. And now I’m living proof that not only is there a lot of hair to grow and life to live after cancer, there’s also love, marriage, and hopefully a few babies
Pictures below are from 115 weeks post chemo…