y；　she　had　moved　into　a　hospital　with　round…the…clock　care。

So　when　Michael　asked　her　the　big　question；　she　didn’t　think　she　could　handle　the　pain　if　he　was　teasing。

“He　told　me　he　loved　me；　and　I　was　so　scared；”　she　said。　“I　thought　he　was　playing　a　game　with　me。　But　he　told　me　it　was　true。　He　told　me　he　loved　me。”

On　Valentine’s　Day；　Juana　wore　a　wedding　dress　made　of　white　satin；　dotted　with　pearl　beads　and　cut　loose　enough　to　drape　around　a　wheelchair　and　a　ventilator。　Juana　was　rolled　to　the　front　of　the　room；　assisted　by　Harry；　who　proudly　gave　the　bride　away。　Her　face　streamed　with　tears。

Michael　wore　a　crisp　white　shirt；　black　jacket　and　a　bow　tie　that　fit　neatly　over　his　tracheotomy。　He　beamed　with　pleasure。

Nurses　filled　the　doorways。　Patients　filled　the　room。　An　overflow　of　hospital　employees　spilled　into　the　halls。　Sobs　echoed　in　every　er　of　the　room。　In　the　hospital’s　history；　no　two　people—living　their　lives　bound　to　wheelchairs—had　ever　married。

Janet　Yamaguchi；　the　hospital’s　recreation　leader；　had　planned　everything。　Employees　had　donated　their　own　money　to　buy　the　red　and　white　balloons；　matching　flowers；　and　an　archway　dotted　with　leaves。　Janet　had　the　hospital　chef　make　a　three…tiered；　lemon…filled　wedding　cake。　A　marketing　consultant　hired　a　photographer。

Janet　negotiated　with　family　members。　It　was　one　of　the　most　trying　and　satisfying　times　of　her　life　to　watch　the　couple　get　married。

She　thought　o