In 1976, I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. I was 28, married, but no children, and the hardest thing for me was telling my parents I had the cancer. I spent 3 months at Stanford Medical Center and went through 8 weeks of radiation treatments a major surgery, then more radiation, until I could take no more and put a stop to it. I had gone from 220# to 152#. Time passed and the check-up got farther apart and here I am, 35 years later. This diagnosis is a huge blow but it can be beat, even better today than 35 years ago.
Please tell your daughter to keep a positive outlook and plan on being a mentor and example to others when it is over. She will do well.
As for her parents, I know the effect it must have, but, you too, will survive and be stronger for it. The wedding can wait. That is only an unfortunate coincidence, but if he's a good man, he will be there for her.
I wish all of you great success and look forward to getting updates from you.
I do not wish to come off flippant about this; I know it is serious, but it is possible to survive and lead a happy and normal life, and it will happen. My thoughts are with you and your family.
Richard Tatoyan