Love Found Me on My Journey

In 2017 I had been fighting ovarian cancer for 2 years. During that time, I endured a lot, and I was prepared to handle all that came with this. But what I wasn't prepared for was the news that my husband gave me when he told me that he no longer wanted to be married.

I was shocked when he looked me in the face and told me that he no longer wanted this; he no longer wanted me. And just like that, my life changed when he left me for another woman.

Moving forward with my life

Initially, I was heartbroken. However, I pulled myself together and decided I was going to go on with my life and enjoy it. I poured myself into my cause, my platform, and my family. I was working hard at my business, active in community work, accomplishing my life dream as a director, and had become a plus-size model!

I was fierce, I was fabulous, and I was alone. But that was OK; I would rather be alone than unloved. I had resolved after and during 11 years of unhappiness and all that came with it that I would just devote the rest of my life to being a mother and the best businesswoman and humanitarian that I could be.

And then he found me.

My friend

He was my friend. He was the person who made me smile. The first time he saw me, he saw my picture, and he told me I was beautiful. I remember thinking, if only he knew what was behind this picture. If only he knew that I had no hair underneath this wig or how much makeup I have to wear to hide all of the scars on my face and the bags under my eyes. What if he knew how much pain is behind the smile on my face? What if he knew how much the steroids have altered my body, or what if he knew how many scars all of these clothes are hiding?

Yet I simply smiled and said thank you. That was our beginning, and he continued to tell me I was beautiful and that I was incredible and amazing. He did what not even some of my friends would do, and he just listened to me. He listened to my good days when I was excited about my projects and my endeavors, my plans, and he listened to my bad days.

My support

I was so scared to tell him that I had ovarian cancer. I didn't want to scare him away. But I couldn't hide the truth from him because he called one day and he heard the sickness and the fatigue in my voice, so I told him my truth. He listened carefully and then responded simply by saying, "How can I help and what do you need from me?"

I was speechless. I was married to someone for 11 years who never once asked me that question. I had close friends who never asked me that question. I had relatives who never once asked me that question. Yet he did with no hesitation.

That was 4 years ago, and I can tell you that that amazing stranger became my close friend and now is the love of my life. He's the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep.

My superman, my love

Ovarian cancer is the one disease that makes most women feel they may never be able to experience love in the way they desire because of the way it drastically can alter their bodies, emotions, and what they can give a man because we often cannot produce children anymore. He knew all of this from the beginning, and it never stopped him from getting to know me, getting close to me, and loving me.

He's my biggest support, my greatest cheerleader, my Superman. I was on the craziest journey at the toughest time not looking for love, but love found me.