"I think eighty years might be pushing it a little," Lee replies with a bright smile. "But I think I can probably manage sixty," he amends, reaching for his own glass and bringing it against Eric's before taking a sip.

Of course just because Lee's cancer is cured (assuming Kavinsky's pills work), it doesn't mean something else won't happen, that Eric won't get sick or one of them won't get hit by a bus. But Lee likes his odds a lot better knowing there's a strong possibility he'll see his birthday, and Christmas, New Years, their one year wedding anniversary. Whatever else happens will happen, but Lee is determined to be happy with the years he'll be getting back and not take a single one of them for granted.

"While we're making toasts, here's to being done with another round of chemo too," Lee says. "And to feeling better. Being a newly wed is way less fun when you're too sick for sex."