“He was not my kind of guy at all. Because I like people who are a bit chubby, when there’s a larger surface for cuddling! And my husband was more like 1m80 for 60kg. And I like hairs, and he had 3 hairs on his chest that he asked me to pull out whenever we went on holidays (laughs) !
We were deeply in love. I told him everything, he told me everything. We always talked a lot. That’s all we did. During the 23 years we spent together, we never stopped talking! He asked me a few times to marry him, and I always refused. And after 10 years of living together, I said yes. He was so used to me saying no that he didn’t realise that I had said yes. Three days later, we were talking about a friend that was getting married and he says: “Anyways, if we get married one day…”, then he looks at me and says: “You didn’t say no three days ago! So you agree ??” He was thrilled, but it took him 3 days! I told him he was a bit of a tartuffe…
He was at the AI [Assurance Invalidité] since he was 23 years old. He first had a cancer when he was 20, a Hodgkin’s lymphoma. They managed to save him. Then they discovered he had a problem with the bones in his hands. If pushed his hands against the wall, the bones would brake. Sometimes the pain was so strong he’d loose consciousness. The first year we were together, he had 13 surgeries in 12 months. They did denervations, resections of the semi-lunar, etc. It was crazy. Then, after a few years of trials, they grafted a part of his hip, and then it was all good. But in 2008, he had again the same cancer, this time at stage 4. But they managed to save him again!
He didn’t want me to suffer his health issues. I told him: “You have health issues, but I have some also.” At that time they weren’t visible. I hadn’t had the first crises yet. We didn’t know when they would come…”
(Parc Beaulieu | translated from French)