Monday, March 9, 2009

Friends in the Time of Love and Cancer

Oh, if I could only remember to get a reality check before my imagination kills me first.

Twice this weekend a conversation with a gal pal saved me.

My friend Aletha is in a similar relationship. She and her beau are both in the process of separation legalities but moving ahead with their lives. After a night of torment I finally ask her, “Does the limbo bother you?” and it pours out. We end by laughing and speculating on when and how to wear our scarlet letters. I chose one of red chenille (an athlete’s letter) but am saving up for something bejeweled. Hester Prynne was a Puritan. I am not.


Saturday John became very dizzy at dinner. We cancelled the Netflix and crashed on the couch. As I sat there I imagined brain tumor, brain cancer, aneurysm or stroke. I saw my life slip away along with his. Fear, frustration, panic. The next day I talked to my pal Leslie and she tells me she was dizzy for two days—an inner ear infection—we all had the same cold.

I am saved by my friends and saved by talking.

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