The other night a friend told me that a guy we know takes issue with me because I cheated on my husband. I said, you know what, he doesn’t know me, he doesn’t know I loved my husband to the core. He doesn’t know that during an aberration – a rough patch in my and my lover’s marriages – that we also fell in love. The man who takes issue with me has never been married or had a long term relationship – I take issue with him, a man who has never occupied my heart, to fully understand me or my motives or to understand how love stretches and torques the imagination into believing that anything is possible. And I take issue with anyone who can’t forgive a mistake.
Speaking of mistakes – everyone keeps asking about L’s surgery and when I tell them that the doctor fused the wrong level and so ended up doing a double fusion, they are aghast at how a doctor could make a mistake like that. Sure mistakes happen (see above) but aren’t doctors supposed to ensure that they don’t? Having grown up in a medical family I have heard too often of carelessness that has led me to be very skittish about ever having to go in the hospital – my favorite saying is they kill you in those places.
Do you know that underneath your daily or frequently multidaily entries that one must now click “NO COMMENT’ in order to leave a comment? Tell everyone who asks about me that I appreciate their concern (even if their concern is for you as much as me as the inquirerers are primarily your friends). I appreciate your mentioning me and the flowers and fonecalls. Love, L.