This is one of the first Blogs I wrote last year. I started my blog telling everyone about all of the tragedies that occurred in 2006… but then it got sooooo much better!
Here it is…
Before I go to sleep tonight I wanted to tell you that all your responses have been amazing.
And I did say that my story get’s better…oh… it gets so much better. During this horrible nightmarish time in 2006, My true love came back into my life.
You see, Greg and I had dated when we were 19 years old. We both worked at BT’s in Hartford. In the 80’s, BT’s was the coolest place to work. It’s now called City Steam….But to all of us originally from CT, it will always be known as BT’s! I was the Hostess… and he was the Barback.
We dated on and off for 2 years. I still have old photos of us at Clark University… and a few old love letters. He used to doodle on all his love letters… I think he was nervous!
Anyways, all these years later, he found me again. And when I was at my lowest point, he called. He had originally called my office and spoke to our receptionist, Trudy. He asked for me… and she told him that I had a Brain Tumor… and was very sick.
After hearing the news, he called my sister. Since we had known each other for all these years, he had also known my sister… and figured it was OK to call her and ask how I was doing? When she told him, he said he wanted to call me.
But she said no, it wasn’t a good time, I was sick and getting divorced.
After hearing about the divorce, he hung up on my sister, and called me.
We talked for the longest time… and when he asked if he could see me the next day…I said absolutely not! I think my exact words were, “Hell No!” I explained to him that I was still semi-paralyzed, half bald and recently diagnosed with terminal Brain Cancer… not a great date! so we said goodnight and promised to talk again soon.
The next day, My friend Cathy took me food shopping. Since I still couldn’t drive and had trouble walking, I had to rely on my friends and family to help me go everywhere. After the supermarket, she dropped me and my grocery bags off. I unpacked them and made my way upstairs to climb back into bed. Right when I closed my eyes, I heard… knock knock knock.
“Oh god, what did Cathy forget?” I swung out of bed and maneuvered over to the landing on the stairs… looked out the window… and saw him. It was Greg. He was wearing a black leather jacket… and when he saw me, he opened the front right side of his jacket and showed me a single white rose.
I was both excited, embarrassed by the way I looked, and wondered whether or not I had brushed my teeth. I climbed down the stairs and opened the door.
We spent the next few hours on the couch talking, laughing and maybe even a little crying. When it was time for him to leave, he turned to me and said, “I don’t care what you have… or how long you have left… I just want to spend it with you.”
And from that day until today, we haven’t spent one day apart. He has been to every Dr’s appointment, every MRI, was at the hospital the night my father died, has held me through seizures, and so much more. He’s also been a father figure and role model to my children, helped me manage this house, manage my life and my illness. He has made me want to fight my disease. To live. To do something bigger with my life. Helped me set up the CTBTA. Picked me up off the floor when I couldn’t. Made me want to accomplish everything I’ve ever wanted! He has healed my wounds and given me back a heart. A heart that was broken… and made whole. He has taught me what real love is. True love. I am the luckiest woman alive because of him.
I have so much to be thankful for… way too many to list out now… but I have many more “Blogapy” sessions to list them all!
Good night friends… I have a new husband waiting for me upstairs!