I’d always imagined our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple would be full of romance and passion. But on 14 February in 2019, I instead found myself lying on a hospital bed next to my husband Ciaran, who was going through chemotherapy.
Sweetly, he’d still managed to get me a balloon and a teddy with some help from the nurses. When he was first admitted to hospital, I slept on the chair next to him.
When the nurses realised I’d never leave him at night, they set up a mattress on the floor. But for this special night, they went even further and moved an extra bed into his private room– he was susceptible to infection, so he had a private room anyway.
We held hands through the night. It definitely wasn’t what I imagined when I said “I do” but we were handling it all as a team, as we always did.
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