
I don't know the patient's name and wouldn't use it even if I did, but a nurse friend told me about a courtyard wedding at her hospital. We'll call the patient Lucia and her partner Eli. Below are the bits and pieces of the story that my friend picked up along the way:
Lucia came into the hospital just before her wedding date. She felt sick and needed to undergo some tests. On the week she and Eli were supposed to be on their honeymoon enjoying their brand-new union, Lucia was stuck in the hospital with a brand-new leukemia diagnosis instead.
My friend first heard of Lucia from a doctor who relayed the advice she'd given: don't get married when your prognosis is likely death.
But on Monday, when my friend saw a bunch of people in the courtyard, she realized that Lucia didn't take the doctor's advice. My friend offered to help decorate and to call her husband (a professional photographer) if they needed him. They did.
He rounded up a last-minute babysitter and showed up for the ceremony, camera in hand. He said that of all the weddings he's ever done, this 20-minute ceremony stands out as the sweetest.
The photographer choked up as he told me that he had captured the look on Eli's face when he said, through his own tears, "Until death do us part."
Lucia left the courtyard the same way she entered--in a hospital gown, compression stockings, and a wheelchair.