I walked into a patient’s room to administer his treatment. I opened his chart and saw the name Thomas.
I looked into his eyes and recognized him.
He was thin and very weak, but it was him.
Thomas recognized me too. He smiled and said hello.
We talked every day. He told me he’d never married… just like I hadn’t.
Our conversations became warmer
with each passing day.
Then one day, Thomas quietly said:
“Sweetheart, I feel terrible asking you this. I’ve loved you my entire life. I know I’m going to die soon. But I’ve always dreamed of marrying you. Will you marry me? IT’S MY LAST WISH…”
I was so shocked I could barely breathe.
But I said yes.
Thomas had stage 4 cancer. I decided I would grant his final wish.
Just a few days later, we were married in his hospital room.
