**Hi, so, new chapter for you. I will try to update one chapter per day but I can't promise that because before each update, I have to edit the chapter. And I'm kinda busy these days.

Anyway, I hope you'll like it. Friendly reminder that my Cristina and Owen in this fanfic have married 18 years and have spent 20 years being the love of each other's life. So their love can't be fresh and wild like the first days, you know. They grow old and they have a family. In reality, this must be a really fortunate family since the mother hasn't entered menopause and the father hasn't experienced midlife crisis.

Anyway, I hope you have the strength to stick to the end. I love drama, I believe drama is what makes my OTP stronger, if they're meant to be. And there will never be sad ending or hero death in my fanfic.

Last but not least, decision to change the fanfic to Owen's Anatomy is abolished. I love the current name TODAY HAS BEEN OK. It is a song played in GA and I love it very much. Favorite line is 'Cause life has been insane but today has been okay." The song inspired me to write this fanfic, with the underlying theme is: Whatever comes in the way, the Hunt family members will stick together and fight. Love gives them strength and guides them the way, so at night when they lay in beds and think about their day , they can rest assured and smile "Today has been OK."

Very last last, I totally love your reviews. :)

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

We have no past we won't reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends there is no end

The next afternoon, Owen reluctantly strolls to the Oncology department. He tried to spend his day being productive by visiting the pit to save some lives then hiding behind the desk signing a bunch of papers. But now is the moment of truth, and he can't delay anymore. He sits at the waiting area impatiently, waiting for Dr. Winston to come and talk to him.

"Dr. Hunt, please come in."

Owen follows the oncology doctor to the exam room. The sound of the door closing suddenly gives him goosebumps. He feels like the life he envisions for himself is closed upon him. He takes a deep breath then listens to Dr. Winston's diagnosis.

"It's the beginning of stage III renal carcinoma, Dr. Hunt. The cancer has covered up your right kidney. But looking on the bright side, it hasn't spread to any distant organ such as lung, liver or bone."

"What is my option then?" Owen asks him.

"The best option is a nephrectomy."

"So I lose my right kidney and a few lymph nodes. What other options do I have?" Owen rolls his eyes.

"Ablation, if you choose not to have a surgery. But surgery is the best option for you, Dr. Hunt."

"What's my survival rate?" Owen takes a deep breath and prepares for the answer.

"53% of patients live for 5 years or longer."

"What happens after the surgery?"

"We put you on chemotherapy to make sure the surrounding tissues are cancerous free. In addition, you can participate in my renal carcinoma clinical trial. Our goal is to prevent metastasis for post-op patients and the successful rate is now 80%"

"How soon should I have the surgery?"

"As soon as possible. You know your carcinoma cell grows in every second. If you agree, we can set you up for a nephrectomy tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m." Dr. Winston smiles at Owen.

"Dr. Winston, you know I'm the chief of surgery. Starting on the treatment means I have to inform the board of my sickness and hand over all of my work to some other doctor." Owen sighs.

"Yes, sir, I understand. Now that you are aware of all your options, I hope you make your decision soon and we can start on your treatment."

"Book me for a nephrectomy at 9:00 a.m the day after tomorrow, Dr. Winston. And thank you for keeping this secret long enough. It's time to reveal the truth."

Owen slowly leaves the Oncology department and walks back to his office. He is too desperate to realize Meredith has spied him since he walked in the hospital.

He just departs the Oncology wing. Meredith texts to Cristina.

Well then find out what's wrong with him. Cristina replies to her friend.

…

Owen throws himself down the leather chair behind his desk. He needs to write a leave of absence letter and find someone to hand over this chief of surgery job. Also, he will have to revise the bidding plan with Derek and Jackson because he will not be able to attend the banquet this time. Finally, Owen still has to find another trauma surgeon to cover his shifts in the pit. He needs to make all these decisions in the remaining 2 hours so that he can have an urgent meeting with the board tomorrow morning.

"Dr. Bailey, I know we barely talk out of the hospital scope, but will you come to Joe with me today? I have something to talk to you." Owen enters the OR where Miranda Bailey is performing a colectomy. She looks up at him in surprise and eventually nods her head: "I will be done in half an hour, Dr. Hunt. I will see you at Joe then."

"What is it, Dr. Hunt?" Dr. Bailey sits on the stool next to Owen over the counter, and he passes on to her a large glass of beer. Miranda Bailey can see Owen has finished his second Single Malt Scotch. As the third one is brought over, she abruptly takes away the tumber glass from his hand.

"Dr. Bailey, it's my drin…" Owen grimaces.

"Shut up and tell me what's going on?" She yells at Owen with her bossy demeanor.

Owen smiles: "Relax, Dr. Bailey. I'm going to appoint you the Interim Chief of Surgery tomorrow morning. I have firm belief that the board members and the chief executive officer should be two separate bodies, so you are the best candidate for the person I could think of. Now I know this comes as a surprise to you, and we have plenty big projects going on in the hospital, so I would like to see you early tomorrow morning to walk you over the position before the board meeting. I don't have so much time to do this."

Still with a hand on her hip, Miranda Bailey narrows her eyes and stares at him: "I will say NO unless you tell me why you don't have so much time to do this?"

"Ah…you will know about it, sooner or later." He sheepishly smiles with sadness in his eyes.

"Tell me or Nazi will give you a hard time." She snorts at him.

Owen sighs. "Alright…I've just diagnosed with stage III renal carcinoma. I'm going to have a nephrectomy with subsequent chemo treatment. Now will you hand me my single malt scotch?"

Dr. Bailey reluctantly passes his drink to him. She observes him carefully and finally speaks up: "Dr. Hunt, if you want, just refer your case to me and I will perform your surgery. I will make sure there is no cancer cell remained in your kidney or any other tissue."

"You do have good steady hands. I will be glad to be your patient." Owen chuckles.

"And I really suggest you take part in the clinical trial of your oncology doctor that I'm aware of. I've seen many patients completely prevented from metastasis by taking that radiation pill. If your body reacts well with this treatment, you don't even have to go through the excessive chemotherapy. I've heard the successful rate is 80%."

"So you mean there are many chances that I will survive?" He smirks.

"It's not that easy to get to die, Dr. Hunt. I personally have hope on your case, so why don't you also keep high hopes? You were a soldier. You were a fighter. You taught residents not to stop trying until the patients take their last breath. Now apply those lessons to your own life. You fight for yourself, you fight for Cristina, and for the children that are about to become the next generation of doctors in your family."

Owen feels touched by the heartfelt lecture from Dr. Bailey. He murmurs: "The survival rate is 53%, Dr. Bailey. We're talking about whether the glass is half full or half empty."

"No, it's statistics, and it is 53% nationwide. The successful rate of having a complete tumor removal under Dr. Bailey's hands is over 85%."

"You're the best, Bailey. I look forward to be your patient." Owen gently smiles, he places a hand on this short and solid woman's shoulder.

"Now, I'll call you a cab and you should go home. You're drunk. It's time you tell your family members." She orders him.

"No I don't….."

"No, you need to tell Cristina or she will hate you forever. Plus, mental support is one of the factors that increases the survival rate, you know that. So don't argue with me here. You tell her or I will tell her." She snorts at Owen then pulls him out of the bar.

….

Cristina sits at her desk and looks over the window, hand holding a cup of coffee. She has been sitting in the same position for hours because she is busy processing the news that Meredith told her. She knows Owen doesn't want to tell her, but she also knows they need to talk about it as soon as possible, because he has cancer and cancer cell does spread every second. She resists the urge to go home because she is not ready to receive the news officially from Owen. Cristina can't cry even she wants to, and her eyes just turn darker. She sits and drinks coffee and tries to find a solution to this problem. She always has solutions to every problem.

You should go home now, Cristina. He needs you. The phone lights up and Cristina turns around to look at Meredith's message.

Reluctantly, Cristina stands up and leaves her office. She drives home slowly and listens to the classical music station on the radio as the rain falls heavily outside the window. It's a sad day. She wants to be hugged, but she knows she needs to be strong now, because Owen and the children will lean on her at this difficult time.

Cristina enters her house and sighs at the familiar silence that has existed for a few weeks already. Owen usually sleeps while waiting for her, and then she will wake him up to have dinner with him before they both go back to sleep. It's like a routine. The work extracts the crap out of their energy, leaving two old, lonely corpses holding on to each other at night.

Reluctantly, she walks to her bedroom and stares at Owen. As expected, he is sleeping, this time with his shirt and pants on. And he's drunk. Probably he had a rough day dealing with his own problem. Cristina gently takes off his shoes in grimace; she doesn't like it when people wear shoes and go around the house. Next she unbuttons his shirt and pants. She walks over the closet to find decent pajamas and helps him put on.

Owen blinks his eyes a few times as he is woken up by his wife. "Cristina."

Out of the sudden, Owen pins her down the bed and hugs her tight. His heavy arms and legs wrap around her, making it hard to breathe. She gasps and tries to remove his arms from her body. "Owen.."

Owen moves his arm lower to her abdomen so that his wife can catch a breath. He snuggles closer to her and snores weakly. He has fallen asleep again.

"Owen, have you got dinner? I need to have some dinner." Cristina gently shakes him.

Still, he holds her tight.

"I have stage III renal carcinoma." He mumbles to her ear.

Cristina lies silently. Suddenly, she feels a wave of pain fluttering in her chest. She can tell her eyes are teary, yet she tries not to let the tears fall down on her face. She constantly tries to keep herself strong and composed.

"We've been fighting together since the day we met each other. And I'm gonna fight with you, Owen. There's nothing to fear. This too shall pass. Nothing can break us down."

Cristina murmurs those words with a feeling of denial in her head. She was lying when she said there's nothing to fear. She is scared to death that he will leave her alone in this world. She is a surgeon, for God's sake; she knows stage III renal carcinoma is roughly 50%.

"Do you want to have dinner, Owen? The service brought us grilled salmon and grilled vegetables medley. It's your favorite dish." Cristina shakes Owen gently again.

"I'm okay. I just want to sleep. You go and have dinner." He removes his arm from her body and lets her go.

…

Cristina glances at the clock as she finishes washing the dishes: it's already 10:30 p.m. Normally, she helped Owen put the plates in the dishwasher and quickly resumed to the bathroom, taking the workload off her shoulder by standing under the shower. Yet today, she can't relax. Her mind doesn't allow her body to relax. The caffeine in four cups of coffee that she had earlier starts to kick in, and she feels her heart racing in the chest. She feels restless; so she walks around the house, organizing the books on the shelves or cleaning the wooden floor of the hallway. It is very unusual of Cristina to do the housework, but what can she say, everything is abnormal today. Everything is abnormally painful.

When there is nothing left to be cleaned or fixed, Cristina reluctantly resumes to her bedroom. She gently opens the door, her pupils adjusting to the darkness in the room and observing Owen sleeping peacefully on their bed. Cristina decides to go upstairs and takes the shower in Faith's bathroom instead. The lukewarm stream of water sooths her body and mind. As she walks out of the bathtube and stares at her delicate body in the mirror, she sees a reflection of her red eyes; and out of the sudden, tears start to fall down her thin cheeks.

She lies down on Faith's bed and stares at the ceiling. The smell of lavender, which is Faith's favorite lotion, still lingers on the sheet and the pillow cover. She grabs the pillow and presses it onto her face in an attempt to reduce the sobbing sound. Missing the children's presence and thinking of Owen having cancer, Cristina can't help but cry hysterically.

"Cristina?" Owen stirs and gradually wakes up as the alcohol wears off. His hands search around the sheet but he doesn't feel her appearance. He stumbles out of the bed and enters the bathroom but Cristina is not there. Curious, he starts to go around the house yet he can't either find his wife in the kitchen, the living room or the library.

Owen opens the front door to see Cristina's car still in the parking lot. He locks the door then walks upstairs. Seeing the door of Faith's bedroom is half open, he quietly sneaks in. Cristina is weeping bitterly on her daughter's bed.

"Cristina…" Owen quickly climbs on the bed and holds her tight. It is the second time that he witnesses Cristina crying this much, given the first time she cried because he cheated on her. He applies deep pressure to her body, patiently waiting for her sympathetic response to decelerate. He gently takes away the pillow and pulls her curly hair to the back so that she can breathe easier.

"Sh…Cristina…I'm here." Owen whispers to Cristina's ear and strokes her hair as her sobbing reduces gradually. He walks over to Faith's desk and pulls out some paper tissue, and then he dries the damp on her face, neck and chest. He secretly shakes his head as he sees the wetness on the front chest of her shirt as well as the bedding sheet. Cristina rarely cries; yet she has been sobbing hysterically twice because of him.

"Let's go down." Owen tries to pull her up but Cristina just insists on lying here. He sits up and picks her up then carries her down to their bedroom.

"Shh…it's gonna be okay." Owen grabs a face towel and dampens it with cool water then he cleans her face. The coolness of the towel makes Cristina feel refreshed; she tries to stop crying and hence she starts sniffling. He resumes to his bed and hugs Cristina, one hand gently strokes her hair.

"I try to be strong but I can't…" She quietly mumbles.

"I can't, either." He sighs.

"But this is not the end, Owen." Cristina starts to collect her calmness. "Cancer happens to many people in the world, especially people at our age. And people fight. I mean, if you look at Izzie, she had stage IV metastatic melanoma yet she fought, she fought for herself and she won."

"I know, I'm not giving up, Cristina." Owen sighs. "I'm just, I'm just tired of everything. It's easier said when your mind is lucid and your physique is robust. It's easier said when you fight for others. I mean, I have 53% chance to survive. I fought all my life and now I have 53% chance to survive. Dr. Bailey offered to perform the surgery and suggested me to participate in the clinical trial, which would potentially increase the survival rate. Yet I never hate probabilities like this before. I feel unfair that this crap is happening to me."

Cristina turns around and cups his face in her hands. "Owen, do you love me?"

"Of course." He gazes at her yearningly.

"Then you fight, Owen. Your life is not yours to give up; it is mine, it is mine, and I forbid it, okay?"

"Okay." Owen whispers. Cristina can see the redness in his eyes. She leans closer to him and showers him with kisses.

"What does the oncology doctor suggest?" She asks as she removes her lips from his.

"Start off with a nephrectomy. After that, I can either choose chemotherapy or radiation therapy. I'm not worried about the surgeries, Cristina. I'm worried that the therapy destroys me and my life." He murmurs.

"There's nothing to worry about. All you have to do is be a good patient and enjoy life as much as you do now. I will take care of everything, Owen. I promised to take care of my Major Hunt as long as I live. And I'm gonna keep that promise." She gently smiles at him.

"I guess the good news is I can boss you around when I'm in the patient bed." Owen chuckles. His hand caresses her cheek.

"Uh huh. You'd better take advantage of this one of a lifetime opportunity. It's a privilege to have Dr. Cristina Yang follow your demand." She beams at him.

"So will Dr. Cristina Yang prepare dinner for me then?" He teases her.

"Well, that is a very tough request. But yes, I will try to learn how to cook and make healthy meals for you. I'm not promising anything though." She rolls her eyes.

"What happened to I will take care of everything and I will follow your demand?" Owen chuckles.

"Fine. I will make excellent dinners for you. Anyway you need to have a healthy diet when you're under chemo. You need to exercise, too. Now that's Dr. Cristina Yang's order." She casts a side glance at him.

"Yes, ma'am. What about having sex with my wife anytime of the day?" He smiles mischievously.

"Okay. As long as you do your chemotherapy well, eat healthy meals and exercise to Dr. Yang's order, sex is granted anytime you want."

"How about now? I want my request to be granted now." Owen sits up and climbs on top of Cristina and showers her with kisses on her cheeks and neck.

"You really can't be sad for too long." She gently shoves him aside.

"What can I say. I'm happy when I'm with my wife." He raises his voice. Then he turns around and sneaks his hand inside Cristina shirt and squeezes her boobs.

"I'm not done yet!" She hits his hand and pulls it off from her shirt. "Owen, I'm still serious here. I want you to promise me one thing." Cristina gives Owen a stern look.

"What is it?"

"Don't be foolish like Izzie and sign the DNR or any other stupid paperwork that prevent me to save your life. If you happen to do that stupid thing, I swear to God I will hate you forever and I will make sure our children hate you as hell." She snorts at him.

"Okay. I know. I'm gonna fight for my wife and my children." He nods his head.

"Uh huh, keep that list of the things you want to do with me in mind. I look forward to our trips to China, or Paris, or the Maldives. I can't wait to have a vacation after all this crap is over." She grimaces.

"I will, Cristina. I will be soft and scared at times in the future, please tell me to fight. Please be there for me." He pulls her head to his chest.

"Do you know Stephen Hawking, the man who is famous for his theory on the black hole and relativity?" Cristina asks him.

"Yeah?" He quietly answers.

"He has ALS and motor neuron disease so he's pretty much paralyzed and he can't talk at all. His wife was once asked to end his misery and remove his life support machine by the doctors. But she refused to do so, and he survived to publish the bestseller The Brief History of Time, which changed the face of science." Cristina looks straight into Owen's eyes.

"You will be that wife for me, right?" Owen gently smiles.

"I will be that wife for you. So don't do anything stupid and give up your life. It's precious. We are trained to save people's life and we need to treasure our lives."

"I know, Cristina. This too shall pass. I can't bear not living with you and seeing you every day." He sheepishly smiles at her.

"Or having sex with me every day." She chuckles.

"Yeah, I'm going to treasure every minute with my wife." Owen sits up again and takes off his clothes. He strips off Cristina's shirt and pants and quickly penetrates her. He never feels his desire burning wilder.

"Oh, who dares say this man has cancer. He is as wild as a beast." Cristina jokes in between her moans.

"Cancer cannot tame the beast, honey." He laughs before he thrusts harder and releases his pent up anger and affection into her core. Owen collapses on top of Cristina. They both pant and sweat heavily.

She gently shoves Owen aside and stares at the ceiling.

"When is your surgery?" She murmurs.

"The day after tomorrow, at 9:00 a.m." He wraps his hand around her body.

"Do we tell the kids?" She asks.

"I…don't know. I don't want to. I don't want them to worry about me. They are busy with schooling." Owen sighs.

"Yeah. That's what I thought at first. Then I remember how I told everyone about Izzie's cancer; and you should remember how Beth felt when she learned that her father had cancer for years." She turns her head and looks at him.

"They will worry about me and can't focus on their study." He shakes his head.

"If you don't tell them, they will detest you once they find out. It's something we don't want to but we have to do, Owen. We can start with…Teddy. She's the calm and cheerful child. She will be able to handle this news. I will let her know tomorrow." Cristina explains to Owen.

"Okay." He sighs.

They both stare at each other without saying anymore. The silence is rather comfortable, they just lay there and caress each other.

"Why can't you sleep Cristina? It's almost dawn." He quietly speaks up.

"I drank four cups of coffee. Anyway, it was happy staying up and talking with you all night." She gently smiles.

"I will hold an urgent board meeting tomorrow to turn in my leave of absence letter as well as assignDr. Bailey the duties. After that I revise the bidding plan with Derek and Jackson." He shares his agenda to her.

"I'm glad you're off the bidding, Owen. To be honest, there's no way you win the bid. I have government's financial support." She gazes at him.

"What is your plan to buy this pharmaceutical company then?" He holds his breath.

"I'm pretty much after the land and the equipments of the company. I'm building a medical school, Owen." She smiles victoriously.

"A medical school?" He blinks his eyes.

"Uh huh, not a teaching hospital, or a research department, or anything. I'm building a medical school. Washington only has one medical school and the Board of Education can't be happier that I'm building the second one for the state."

"Wow…it's been 20 years and you never cease to surprise me. You are amazing, Cristina Yang." Owen kisses her forehead.

**Literally all through the night, isn't it?