My fiancé abandoned me after my terminal diagnosis — so I hired a man to stand beside me at the altar as my final wish. For almost a year, my fiancé helped me plan our wedding. My father had already paid for everything: the venue, flowers, dress, catering for 120 guests. Invitations were mailed, relatives had booked flights, and my mother had cried during my last dress fitting.
Chapter 1: The Vocabulary of the Damned There is a specific, sterile vocabulary that belongs exclusively to the dying. Before my twenty-ninth birthday, my lexicon was filled with words like mortgage, honeymoon, centerpieces, …
My fiancé abandoned me after my terminal diagnosis — so I hired a man to stand beside me at the altar as my final wish. For almost a year, my fiancé helped me plan our wedding. My father had already paid for everything: the venue, flowers, dress, catering for 120 guests. Invitations were mailed, relatives had booked flights, and my mother had cried during my last dress fitting. Read More