I met Michael when I was 21, still in college. We met on jan 6(1993) and I would have married him the night we met. Instead, we moved in together 2 months later.  He is my soul mate, my best friend and i knew it the moment we first met.  Yes, we are THAT kind of couple.  We are supposed to be that couple who dies very old, in our sleep, holding hands. That is the only way I choose to see it. It is the way it will be. This will be "that year Michael beat cancer".  They have either made an error on the severity or there is a better treatment out there. Something. I will not give up. I cannot. Our girls are depending on us.