#life Chapter 4. September 2006 The chemotherapy riddled through her veins, I could almost see the poison bubbling. I sat with her through every session of chemotherapy, feeling sick as I saw her fade away in front of me but keeping strong for her. Comforting her when her hair started falling out, I bought her a wig exactly like her real hair, I held her hand as she grimaced in pain, I would cheer her up when she had enough but still my eyes held the pain I was going through for her. We would talk about the cancer and how it was affecting me as well as her but I couldn't let her know it was tearing me up, if she knew that how would she cope with her feelings and pain too. One day of chemotherapy I had come from work while I was on my lunch break, Bethany was sitting up in bed reading a magazine, her eyes glowing, her cheeks drawn in from the sickness and medicine, I thought to myself underneath all of that was my gorgeous girlfriend I had seen so many nights ago. I had a sudden feeling I needed to do something, if her time was going to be limited I needed to let her know how much I loved her. After work that night and when her mum had left the flat I lay on the be with her, Beth was in a bit of pain but when I told her I had something to say, her face confused and high I got down on one knee and held her hand. "Bethany, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" Beth smiled and all of a sudden her eyes rolled back into her head and she started fitting. I called an ambulance and padded the bed around her so she didn't hurt herself. This had only happened once but I was prepared, this time was so much scarier than before, her eyes hadn't gone back into her head and she had thrown up as well. In the ambulance the paramedic praised me for the good work and asked me if I was ok, holding Bethany's hand as she slept I told the paramedic how scared I was and that I couldn't tell Beth, he sympathised as the ambulance raced through traffic works.