Lifegaurd (Love) Shack, Short Sands, York, ME
I know with that headline in my blog…those reading are probably expecting a sarcastic little article here or think I am referring to one of my children. However, (clearing my throat) I actually did meet a guy. Well, technically, I have known him for years. And technically again, I have met a lot of guys. This guy, though, has not sent me running for the hills in a panic nor has he left me scratching my head wondering what the hell just happened as he darts off to a tropical location with his girlfriend and/or wife (Yes, two different guys, same experience…I never got to blog about. I assure you that both men were “unattached”, or so they said, when an interest was sparked). Anyway, back to the Love Story.
It’s only been a short time. A very short time. But something’s different here. And I mean different in the absolute best possible way imaginable. And I also mean different in the absolute worst possible way imaginable.
Today he is in his hospital room at what we call the “Hotel” Mass General in Boston. He and round three of chemo in one corner, Leukemia in the other. He is fighting one hell of a fight. The big “C” doesn’t stand a chance.
The beginning of our Love Story isn’t perfect, but that’s perfectly fine. I am not sure if this is just going to be a summer romance that fizzles out, a love story turns horror story…or if it will be our Happily Ever After. We both have broken roads that led us to where we are today…because of that we cherish every minute and don’t sweat the small stuff. Pretty good combination if you ask me.
The following is a glimpse into the very Beginning of a Love Story. Ours.