- 3 years ago
- Wedding: October 2013
I’ve stalked this board before I even had a boyfriend. And, I just need to cry out loud.
Last Saturday, my boyfriend proposed on our one-year dativersary. I was so incredibly excited and was bursting with happiness. My mom had been in the hospital for some tests. The same thing had happened back in February and they didnt’ find anything. So, I wasn’t stressed at all.
When I called her on Monday to check in, she told me she had been diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer. That it is inoperable. Chemo would only extend her life by a few months and make her very ill in the process. And, that the doctors felt she had between six and eight months to live.
I am devasted. I love my mother so much. I took took a flight to Florida (where they live) the next day and spent the week with my mom in the hospital. She had surgery to install feeding tubes since the tumor was impeding her digestion. She’ll go home on Tuesday and recover from that for six weeks.
The Tuesday night I got to Florida there, my FI called. He’d booked a ticket and was coming to Florida. He’d spoken with his parents and his father immediately said we should consider getting married in the next few months instead of waiting a year. At first I was panicked. Then, I realized that if I really wanted my mom to be there, and to be *her* I would need to get married soon.
My FI flew out on Thursday and we planned a small wedding for immediate family for October. We hired a photographer, found a venue, booked a restuarant and hotels in three days. Neither of us are from Florida. I ordered a dress online (am leaving the country for work tomorrow!!). I couldn’t have done it without the reviews here on weddingbee.
I started caling it my shotgun-but-not-pregnant wedding.
I’ve been on an emtional roller coaster and am at a loss for how I’m going to be happy at my wedding. I thought I would be getting married with dozens of friends and family. That I would sew my own wedding dress. That I’d have all these DIY things I would do. But, all I want right now is to have a beautiful wedding so my mom can see her daughter get married.
When we left the hospital, she held his hands and told him she has no reservations about us (age difference, different race and religions). This was *huge*. it broke my heart that this is as well as they weill get to know one another.
I’m not really looking for answers. I just needed to say it all ‘out loud’. And I’m really really tired of crying.