Relativity.

After pre-marital counseling, Chaplain Raymo asked Erik and me if we had any reservations. He said no quickly; I reminded him that my left toes may never move. He still said no. Then I agreed.

I talk to people every day, who are taking care of a spouse, refusing to give them up to nursing homes. In sickness and in health. I asked one woman if she and her husband had any nursing home plans.

"Oh no," she said. "As long as he needs, I will take care of him."

That's why, among many reasons, I'm marrying this man. He's got my back. He makes me laugh. If anything ever happened to me, he'd help me put on my socks. And when I'm with him, I'm not afraid of brain tumor regrowth.

Today was fuzzy slipper day at The Scooter Store. I donned the most fluffy, white slippers I'd ever seen and one of our coworkers greeted us with, "Hello, you almost-Newlyweds! Are those supposed to keep you from getting cold feet?"

Erik looked down at me. "You're never taking those off."