She must have been terrified going into surgery after more
than two years of bad tests, a dark cloud hanging over her head, if not doom,
then the end of a hopeful way of life. What could have been if… etc.
It’s no wonder she’s so exuberant after things turned out
less severe than she had anticipated, attributing her cure to what some people might
have considered a quack cure – much like the cure Steve McQueen went to Mexico
to find and failed.
This comes at a time when the man she hoped to share her
life with was not available, although to their credit, her family stood with
her, a test of faith she might never have expected after such a confused upbringing
as she’d had.
What thoughts ran though her head when they attached the IV
and rolled her bed into the operating room remains a mystery, though this
disease grew inside of her during several of the most painful years of her
life, corresponding to her leaving her job in New York and throughout her
conflict with me. This was just one more heavy burden put onto her shoulders
when she clearly needed strength to deal with the disease.
And now, somehow, she’s managed to escape most of it, like
finding a safety net strung out below the roof of her building, waiting to
catch her if and when she falls.
Not all is perfect, yet clearly better.
While she has not yet the man she wants, she isn’t likely to
pass away.
She can once more look to the future and build a life once
more, looking to use her talents and to find the yellow brick road to
fulfilling her dreams.
It’s like waking from a nightmare she did not know was a
nightmare until she woke, when she found she’s back in Kansas after all.
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