When My Countdown Reached Zero

After I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, my boyfriend, Ethan, quit his job just to stay by my side through chemo.

Whenever the pain kept me up at night, he stayed awake reading me bedtime stories until I drifted off.

Whenever I had no appetite, he learned how to cook from scratch, just hoping I'd take a single bite.

When I looked in the mirror and cried over my bald head, he shaved his own head completely clean just to make me smile.

It was Ethan's love that kept me going through two agonizing years of brutal treatments.

Then, out of nowhere, Ethan dropped a bomb on me.