Got some thoughts crawling around in my skull.
Emotions and thoughts. A combo deal. Two for $9.99
Life is a bizarre and unforgiving little animal.
You get yourself married up and that is a pretty cool deal. Bump into this person you pledge to spend the rest of your life with. A term, by the way, that is a lot deeper and has a lot more meaning when you are 63 than when you are 24.
The marriage thing is fun, though - a new life. First apartment, and you got yourself a motorcycle, the wife drives a gorgeous and wicked Trans Am.
Then there is the first house and then...........................first kid.
Holy shit - a kid. What a change. What euphoria.
Things are moving forward. Your life is ever changing.
Second kid. The connections grow solid and emotions run deep. Emotions you never had before but feel exactly right.
Second house. 100 miles north in a pristine and bucolic setting.
You know you are doing the right things. You feel good.
The kids keep you occupied and entertained for 20 years or so and you are appreciative of the intense love they inspire in you.
They move out.
Now it is the two of you. And the cats.
Life settles into a dull hum. You don't have enough money to make your life interesting; can't travel, can't buy expensive toys - you become complacent.
You get bored; you wonder what the hell the point of this is.
Then the docs find a tumor in your wife's head. And, just for good measure and within a week - she is diagnosed with breast cancer.
You are in the hospital. They are prepping your wife for a mastectomy. They have to insert dye into her breast so they can check her lymph nodes during surgery. They warn her it will hurt.
She moans loudly during the first injection as she squeezes your hand. They have to do it two more times.
The second time she screams. She fucking screams in pain and all you can do is hold her hand. She screams so loudly the attendant who monitored her during the fucking four hour wait for surgery rushes into the room to try and comfort her.
You do not even remember how she reacted to the third shot.
5 and 1/2 hours later the surgery is done. Everything went well.
4 hours after that you are heading home. After seeing your wife in recovery, after seeing her transported into her room, after dialing up The Sox on TV and watching it with her as she fades in and out.
You go home. Alone. The cats say hi. You sit down with some food and a beer.
You realize that the love for your wife, the love that lay dormant for so long, or at least it felt that way, has come raging back.
With a vengeance.
Suddenly you understand what this whole marriage thing is about. The weight of it. The value of it.
The amazing fact of sharing a life together for 39 years.
And counting.
Now you wait. Wait for her to fully heal so they can then remove the tumor from her head.
Your guts are twisted into a vicious little knot; your heart aches.
And none of that means anything.
Because she is the one who is truly suffering. The one who has had her life turned upside down, the one forced to let go of her dignity as she is poked and prodded. She is the one forced to confront things no human being should ever have to confront.
The physical nature of it all. And the thoughts.
She is a warrior. That is to her benefit. She is a fighter and a positive thinker.
You have to keep moving forward. Together. To get through this thing and come out the other side.
Changed. With a completely different perspective.
Just like that.
Uncharacteristically, you suspect you will have the strength to help her through this.
And the love.
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