For those of you who know me and have read some of the things I've written before, hi! It's good to see you again! For those of you who are unfamiliar, thanks for joining me! Hopefully my rambling won't make you want to run away Let me introduce myself quickly if you need a refresher, or if you've just never encountered my posts! My name is Marie, I'm 24 and I'm from Quebec, Canada. I love Disney (obviously ) and am excited whenever the opportunity of going back arises. If I could, I would go several times a year, but unfortunately I have to be a grown up and be a bit more responsible with my money (most of the time). I work for a travel wholesaler (though I've been on a leave of absence since June - the reason will come in a little bit) and going places is just what I love to do. And now, moving on to the most important person in my life, and the reason behind this last minute, impulsive Disney World vacation. This is my amazing wife. Her name is Amber, and she's 20. We've been married since April 2012, and I'm so happy at the knowledge that I'll be spending the rest of my life with her. Amber is from Michigan. We've had a long distance relationship for a few years, though we were hopeful to have her finally move to Quebec with me in the fall. But before that happened, she had planned on going back to Michigan over the summer to make some money by working at an amusement park near her house. Well, things didn't exactly go according to plan. See, back in March, she'd started feeling off. She was having a lot of upper body pain - her back, shoulders, upper arms and neck. Her face was also puffy, as well as her arms - it was as if she'd gained weight, but only in those two parts of her body. Of course, when a 20 year old starts feeling a bit unwell in random manners, there's many excuses to use against it. You never want to imagine the worst, or even something serious. My mattress is due for a change, so that could definitely explain some of the pain, and we attributed the puffiness to weight gain. She also had a bit of a cough that wouldn't quit, but it wasn't bad or frequent. It got a lot worse when she got home in May though, and after a pointless visit to a Medicenter who said her (non-existent) allergies were acting up, her mom finally took her into the ER on Memorial Day. An xray and a catscan later, she found out she had a mass in her chest. On May 31st, she was diagnosed with a type B-Cell Lymphoma (Non-Hodgkins). I won't go into details of this summer - a lot happened, but thankfully the worst is over. Her cancer has a 98% survival rate, and it is curable. She's had five chemo treatments, and this upcoming Tuesday will have her sixth and final. She may still need radiation past that, but as far as chemotherapy goes, she will be done. So, this trip is basically our celebration - for being done with chemo, and at most less than a month away from cancer free (there's no knowing for sure chemo will take care of everything, so she may need three weeks of radiation, but that's still a bit of a gray area). She has permission to travel from her oncologist though, so we know there's nothing to worry about (as he's been especially careful in her case, with her being so young and having had such an aggressive form of cancer). At first we didn't even really think this was something we could do. She would often say "I wish I was at Disney" or "I wanna go to Disney" throughout the summer, and then I would tell her, less than a year to go - though I wished there would have been a way of getting her there. Did you know there isn't really much out there for young adults with cancer? With her being 20, she could still be treated as a children's hospital, but she's too old to benefit from the many foundations out there for life threatening childhood illnesses. Not that there's anything wrong with those - all those foundations are amazing, and everybody who is sick is deserving of a dream come true. Unfortunately, not everyone gets it. And Amber is two years too old to be considered by any of those foundations, because they have to put an age limit. At some point, I guess I just decided that if there's nothing out there to take her on a vacation so that she can focus on something else than being sick for a little while, then I would just have to do it. And the next time she said "I wish I was going to Disney", I told her, well why don't we? Even though I haven't been making money this summer, I still had some saved up - especially for our May trip. And I decided that it wouldn't be too dramatic if some of that money went toward a trip to Disney this fall - so that we could celebrate being done with treatment. Through a short span of time, our plans changed quite a few times, but now everything is set, everything is booked, and the countdown has already started - and isn't that far from being over, either!