Hi, I'm Dianne Epps. One year ago, on April 13th, Bryant and I said 'I do'—we were stupid-happy, picturing road trips, grandkids, gray-haired nonsense on some porch, and acres of land somewhere.
On June 19th, the metastatic prostate cancer word came: stage four, already spread. On September 11th, the colon lit up too—stage four again, in his liver this time—and his kidneys? They're shutting down (on dialysis) while diabetes keeps him on the up and down roller coaster. He is my rock and my everything. Every day that God gives Bryant, he fights, and so do I—for our love, our life together. Whatever time God gives us together, we are thankful and grateful. We will spend those days loving and enjoying each other. We realize every day is blessing and every moment is a gift.
Doctors keep using words like 'terminal timeline,' and honestly? It feels like someone fast-forwards through our highlights reel, skipping to credits nobody asked for. He's still cracking jokes between dealing with the devastating news, still squeezes my hand as he gets ready to start the chemo journey. Chemo days will mean additional travel times between his dialysis days every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; expensive tests, injections, infusions, and medications cost. Twenty-five thousand dollars—that's our lifeline: meds we can't charge, rides we can't miss, nights we don't have to choose between groceries and co-pays. We're not asking for miracles, just time—maybe one more Christmas, one more sunrise where he calls me 'babe' without wincing.
So if you're scrolling past, please stop. Donate whatever you can—five bucks, fifty, your silence broken by a share. Most of all, throw us prayers, good vibes, whatever faith you've got; Bryant swears they dull the pain and strengthen him. Bryant's my anchor, and seeing him hurt breaks my heart—we're stronger together. Love us through this, okay? Every bit of love, every whispered prayer—it stacks up like armor. Thanks for reading our story before it turns into ours-only.
Thanks everyone,
His loving wife for life.



