... to have testicular cancer?
by Matt Elmy (Film Assistant)
September 10, 2003
My name is Matt. I am 30 years old. On September 10, 2002, I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. The original tumour was in my right testicle. It then spread to my lymph nodes, lungs, liver and brain. It was only really then that I realised how much people care about each other and how much people care about me. I also found out very quickly who these people are. Sophie tops the bill - my angel.
September 24, 2003
I proposed to my baby today; another amazing day to come from this horrendous illness. I feel okay which is maybe somewhat surprising seeing what they've pumped me full of. But remember if it goes for a year, it's gone for good.
September 27, 2003
Soph's been showing her engagement ring to everybody. I knew she was the one ages ago. I'm just pleased I carried through the courage of my commitments. The good thing is that it's a commitment on so many levels, most importantly to Soph and our future. Also, to never give in to this disease. We will beat it.
Matt died on Febuary 19, 2004. This is an excerpt from his diary.
-- Copied from my bro's Men's Health OCTOBER 2005.
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I don't understand why people want to start a life together especially when party is dying of a terminal dieases. Doesn't the sick party feel bad for making his partner a widow? /b
To me, the idea is to let both parties acknowledge that at one point of their life, they both have meant something to each other.
A dying person is not dead, so I think he did the right thing by not acting as if he's dead by ignoring how strongly he feels about his partner. He's living his last moments to the fullest.
Also, he sort of propose with the hope that he'll have many more years to spend with his partner.
I'd love to think that Sophie would not regret that she has accepted his proposal.
But hey, talk is cheap... These are the things that are easy to say but not easy to do when it happens to us *touch wood*.
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