Thin on Kin

The whole dance is fascinating.  The clubbing, the hookups, the late night phone calls.  The entire mating ritual.  Do these hormonal units even get it?  That the brass ring is a handcuff.  I’m not knocking marriage, I’m just saying that sometimes it’s not pretty.  Sometimes it’s not what you signed up for.  But, no, really, it’s EXACTLY what you signed up for.  But did you really mean it?


Rick is a trouper.  He’s my best friend, he’s my support, he’s my family.  He gets up at zero dark thirty to wait for hours for the procedure of the day.  He takes notes when I’m too upset to remember anything the doctor says.  He holds my hand.  He has a phone tree.  A PHONE TREE……  Just in case.  

When I had my V Tach two years ago, I survived despite the odds.  If you want to know more about ventricular tachycardia and cardiac arrest, read I’m Still Standing by Fabrice Muamba.  I spent four days in the hospital and I specifically said “no visitors.”  I was processing.  One particularly tense moment, when it was just Rick and me, I made a comment about how we don’t really have anyone. Rick said,yeah, we’re sort of thin on kin.  That man has a way with words.

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