It started out an ordinary life, we met in college, married, got good jobs and had a pretty baby girl. We bought a house or two and had plenty of friends. Life was good.
We ventured down to the seashore in July 2001 and were fully prepared to partake of the high life, I chose Chardonnay and he chose Merlot as we were toasting the good fortune of some friends who cashed out some stock and checked into retirement in their late forties. The views from their new house on the bay screamed "paradise" and we leaned in to each other to clink the party glasses. But I noticed at once that my "red" Irishman was an ashen color. A split second later and we were in the ER waiting to see what kind of mess we were in with our first heart attack. God, I love that man. We lived! And the lesson seemed to be: live well and laugh. Time is not promised.
In 2003 I found myself at a Broadway matinee with a girlfriend, once again dipping my toe into the magic of living. By 9 PM though, I was in great pain and by dawn it was my turn to take us to the ER. Cancer. Ugh. This can't be my fairy tale, coz I would have never approved of this script. But nine months later, I would re-emerge from the fog of treatments, sheepishly looking to my man and proclaiming: we lived! We're bald, but we lived! And the lesson seemed to be: live well and laugh, for sure, time is not promised. God, I love that man.
I went to work today and was spreading peanut butter on my toast when the call came. It was my man and he was taking us to the ER once more. What's with us? He had just about passed out this morning somewhere between a cuppa joe and logging into the job boards once more. I have been a little impatient with this process of his re-entering corporate America. Broodings that I have brought to this community recently. I recall being somewhat put upon to consider being the breadwinner of the family when I wasn't really in the mood.
Well, we don't know what the trouble is this time. Could be his heart. Could be his blood, Good God, what could this be? And now I have to wait until tomorrow when they see if we have new heart stuff or another disease that we know nothing about. Tomorrow...This is all I know right now...I tucked my young one into bed tonight (ok, as much as you can tuck a teen-ager) and I'm scared to go to sleep. I am afraid that I took some things for granted. I am afraid that my soul mate and I have forgotten something. I am afraid that we forgot to live well and to laugh as much as we could TOGETHER. I am afraid that time is not promised.



