The week that Dave proposed was not like any other. Between the two of us, I was usually the one sitting in emerge for hours waiting to see a doctor, either sick as a dog or not being able to walk from pain, a side effect of a rare cancer I survived years age.

However, this week it was Dave’s turn as he was suffering from cold symptoms, chest pains, and a fever of 103. I spent all of my time that week making sure he was comfortable. Everyday he would head out to work no matter how horrible he felt, when he returned home he would crash on the couch as I would pump him full of drugs and do everything I could think of to bring his fever down.

At night I would watch him toss and turn, he would sweat so much that I would change the sheets every morning, in the evenings I would try and catch a nap before he returned home and it started all over.

After numerous days of this routine Dave came home one day woke me up and handed me a dozen roses. I was under the impression that it was for taking care of him, but as I was reading the card I realized he was asking me to be his wife. He pulled out my ring, asked me to marry him and made me the happiest women in the world.

As I was still in bed from taking a nap I got up to take Dave’s temperature once again. Seeing as it was still high we headed to the hospital and learned Dave was suffering from H1N1 and Bronchitis. It was an engagement we will never forget.