I live in a different reality from the one I envisioned a few years ago. Two things are now true that have taken me by surprise:
I’m still here.
My wife isn’t.
Three cancers in five years put me in the Express Lane at the Life Store. Half the people who had bone marrow transplants like mine in 2009 were dead by 2011. I got squamous cell carcinoma that year but surgery, radiation and chemo have kept it at bay since then.
Susan was on the unfortunate side of the “/” with her heart attack. “Half the people who have heart disease find out they have a heart problem by dropping dead,” says cardiologist Richard Fleming. “That’s the first symptom they have.” This is especially true for women.
Given these two outcomes, I face a new challenge—figuring out how to be single. Recently a friend said something I’ve never had said to me before: “I know this woman you should meet.”
My response was, “Is she an heiress?”
She wasn’t, and I didn’t.