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Just after we learned from the doctors that his remaining lifespan was estimated at only a couple of months, I married my childhood sweetheart right there in his hospital room—and as soon as our “I do” vows were completed, a nurse drew close and whispered, “Before you leave… look under his mattress.” Ben and I first crossed paths when we were just age eight. Whenever my backpack became too heavy, he would carry it back then, and he always slipped the largest cookie onto my lunch tray the moment my back was turned. By the time we turned sixteen, everyone in our families and friend circles could already see we were bound to be together. What they predicted turned out to be true. However, Ben unexpectedly collapsed at his job when our wedding day was only two months away. In an instant, our plans for the future were torn apart by the diagnosis from the medical team. It was an aggressive cancer. The disease had progressed too far. No hope remained. The doctors broke the news as gently as possible that his remaining lifespan was now limited to only a few months. Looking down at the stack of wedding invitations that had already been sent to everyone, a single thought crossed my mind, This means nothing anymore. Because of this, the whole wedding was canceled. No grand hall would be booked. No flowers would be arranged. No first dance would happen at the reception. I made arrangements for a hospital chaplain to wed us right inside Ben’s room instead. Wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, I had a simple veil that a nurse had found for me at a nearby party store. Ben was wearing his hospital pajamas, yet he insisted he would not marry me unless he wore the black bow tie that had been bought for our original wedding. In his own words, “A groom has standards.” Nobody in that room could hold back their tears. Even the doctors and nurses were weeping. Following our exchange of vows, Ben gripped my hand firmly and whispered, “Best day of my life.” To me, it genuinely felt like the most wonderful day of my life too. Shortly afterward, I was stopped out in the corridor by one of the nurses. She looked around first to ensure Ben could not hear what she was about to say. Speaking in a low whisper, she warned me, “Don’t tell him I told you this.” Anxiety caused my chest to tighten. She leaned in even closer to speak once more. “Before you leave tonight…” “Look under his mattress. He’s lying to you. He and his doctor have A PLAN.” “He doesn’t know I found it.” After saying that, she walked away. I walked back to Ben’s side, forcing a smile to hide my racing thoughts regarding whatever secrets my partner of twenty years might be keeping hidden under his mattress. I waited patiently for the moment Ben needed to take his IV stand with him into the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut behind him, I bent over and softly pulled up the corner of his mattress. Upon seeing what was hidden underneath, I began to shake so violently that my legs almost collapsed under me. ⬇️ (I know you’re curious about the next part, so please be patient and read on in the comments below. Thank you for your understanding of the inconvenience. please leave a ‘MATTRESS’ comment below and give us a “Like ” to get full story )

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