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During Sister's Wedding, They Said 'Stop The Health Drama'—My Specialist Was The Best Man
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The text from my sister Vanessa came three days before her wedding. "Hey Lily! Quick thing—Mom's worried about photos. Can you leave the oxygen tank in the hotel room during the ceremony? Just for an hour? We can have someone bring it to the reception after. Don't want it in all the pictures. You understand!"
I stared at my phone, sitting in the pulmonology clinic where I received my weekly treatments. The oxygen concentrator hummed quietly beside me, the cannula comfortable in my nose after two years of use.
Idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. Diagnosed at twenty-six, which made me a medical anomaly—the disease typically affected people over sixty. My lungs were scarring, stiffening, making every breath harder than it should be. The oxygen wasn't optional. It wasn't cosmetic. It kept me alive.
But to my family, it was an inconvenience. An embarrassment. "Health drama," as my mother called it.
When I was first diagnosed, Dad had patted my shoulder and said, "Well, at least it's manageable. Not like you have cancer or something." Mom had immediately pivoted to worrying about how my "situation" would affect Vanessa's wedding planning. "People will ask questions. It'll become the focus. This is Vanessa's day."
Vanessa, my older sister by four years, was marrying Connor Blake, a corporate attorney at a prestigious firm. The wedding was a lavish affair at the Rosewood Estate—two hundred guests, a string quartet, imported flowers. Vanessa had been planning it for eighteen months, documenting every detail on social media with the hashtag #VanessaGetsHerHappilyEverAfter.
My declining health had been treated as a disruption to this narrative. Family dinners became lectures about staying positive and not "making everything about my illness." When I had to skip Vanessa's bachelorette party due to a hospital stay for pneumonia, she'd sent a cold text: "I guess some things are more important than family."
The oxygen tank, apparently, was the final straw.
I typed a reply: "The oxygen isn't optional. I need it to breathe."
Vanessa's response came immediately: "It's ONE HOUR. Just sit in the back. Please don't make this difficult."
What they didn't know—what I'd never bothered explaining because they'd never asked the right questions—was that my pulmonologist wasn't just any doctor. Dr. Marcus Reeves was the leading researcher on early-onset pulmonary fibrosis in the country. He ran the advanced lung disease program at University Medical Center, published groundbreaking research, and consulted on complex cases worldwide.
He was also Connor's college roommate and best friend. Connor had mentioned it casually at a family dinner six months ago, talking about his wedding party. "My best man Marcus is flying in from a conference in Geneva. Brilliant guy—he's some kind of lung specialist. Saves lives for a living while I just shuffle papers."
I'd frozen with my fork halfway to my mouth. "Dr. Marcus Reeves?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"He's my pulmonologist."
The table had gone silent. Then Mom had laughed nervously. "What a small world! Well, don't bore him with medical talk at the wedding. He probably wants a break from all that."
They'd never mentioned it again. Never asked about my treatment. Never wondered why someone of Dr. Reeves's caliber was managing my care. They filed it away as a coincidence and returned to discussing centerpiece options.
What they especially didn't know was that I wasn't just Dr. Reeves's patient. I was his research partner. Six months after my diagnosis, he'd approached me about an experimental treatment protocol he was developing. I'd enrolled in the clinical trial, and my case had become central to his research. My outcomes were being documented in medical journals. I'd co-authored two papers with him on early intervention strategies.
Last month, his research won a major award from the National Institutes of Health. My case study was featured in his presentation. He'd thanked me by name in his acceptance speech, calling me "an extraordinary partner in advancing our understanding of this devastating disease."