I get married to the wonderful Andrew on November 20.
It's my first marriage, his second; he's a widower.
His first wife died of cancer.
Hers was lung cancer, and unfortunately had reached Stage 4 before it was diagnosed whereas mine's cervical, Stage 2b - and I'm in remission.
But even so, telling him my diagnosis on 18 March this year was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life.
When I was diagnosed, I gave him the chance to walk away. I couldn't put him through it all again, with no guarantees of any sort of happy ending - and I told him that.
His response was to tell me not to be so stupid, and that his place was by my side. In sickness and in health, he said.
At the end of a pretty horrible year, it will be so good to have something to celebrate with our friends and family.
And I'll make sure I raise a glass to all my Macmillan friends as well. Thank you for helping me, being there, supporting and sharing when I needed you.
Jacqui x
