I put this in the "loving wives" section because the simple truth is, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have one!
My wife is a Doctor, a GP actually. I work as a Massage Therapist, and teach the subject at a local college, well, I did up until about 8 months or so ago.
That was the day I got some bad news. My Doc told me he found some spots on my lungs, he gave me "6 months, Maybe a year"...
He wanted to try some treatments but I didn't like the sound of any of it so I just went home.
I did all the things that one can do. I quit all the bad habits, hell, I ate (and eat) raw Broccolli. No Coffee, in fact I don't even like Coffee anymore.
These things are not a cure, but some say they give one time. it is all we can ever hope for, my fate is the same as everyone's. I just was lucky enough to get notice of it.
Now my wife Lee is one of those types that will never ever give up, she quit her job and went full time searching. It seemed like every day I had one more pill added to the stack, I just resigned myself to that and took them.
I got to the point where I would listen to what she came up with, but really, sometimes I would have preferred to be left alone.
Finally one day I felt things failing, it wasn't a gradual thing, it was all of a sudden. It started after a particularly bad coughing fit, and from then on I found it hard to take a full breath. Lee had already made arrangements for that, so now I had a little bottle of Oxygen to carry around, one more irritation. My hair turned white as snow over a period of less that 30 days, and that pissed me off!
I got out the men's stuff for hair, I don't even know the name of it but Lee walked in the door and started laughing, so I washed it all out. But first I grabbed her and pushed her face down on the couch, hiked up the back of the skirt she was wearing at the time...Yep, no panties, so I punished her nicely for laughing at me! She was on her knees, both hands between her legs holding me as I pounded away at her. There is a huge mirror on our wall right across from where we were, we both looked up at the same time. That was quite a sight, Lee's bare behind sticking up in the air, some strange guy with jet black hair throwing a chunk of meat into her, we both started laughing like maniacs. Then we stripped and lay facing each other, just slowly stroking and cuddling, one of those fine times.
I would have rather the damn hair just fell out, I sure as hell didn't want to look stupid during my last days.
A few days later Lee handed me plane tickets! I looked, they said "Boston"...Oh, just great, I get to go to Boston, like all my life I have dreamed of that...Jesus!
But she told me what the scenario was, I looked over the situation, why not..?
It really wasn't like I had a lot to lose...
So in less than 48 hours I found myself sitting in a waiting room at a Doctor's office in Boston. I checked out the receptionist, just a year or so before I would have given her my card, she looked like the type I like to get my hands on...But I didn't this time.
I was ushered into a room in short order, and joined by a young doctor in just minutes. He introduced himself as "Dr. Haajarii". East Indian, I guess, it was hard to be sure. He looked at some charts, poked me a bit, then he started asking questions.
The questions went on for more than an hour actually, closer to 2 hours. Finally, I mentioned that I was taking up a lot of his time, and I was sure he had other patients to attend to.
Dr. Haajarii smiled and said, "You came 2500 miles to see me, you are my only patient today"...
I thought about that for a few seconds, then I simply hit him with, "Are you going to save my life?"..
He looked at me with that same smile, and told me, "I can't do that, you will die! The only thing we can do is help with when!"
I suppose I got a little flip then when I told him, "Well, when?"..
"That is up to you" he answered, simply.
He explained the procedure, it seems that not being able to breathe would get me first, so all he was going to do was help me with that. Actually, all rather easy, just a laser treatment, some of the growths that were making it hard for me to get a breath would be burned out. I thought about not having to carry that damn Oxygen bottle, it sure was worth a shot!
Recovery was 5 to 8 days, I would be home before labor day. I would go back in 3 months, and do it again.
I asked him the only question I really had, "How long?"
He surprised me by saying he had terminal patients still alive after 4 years! "4 years!" I thought. At this point, that would be like another lifetime!
I was just contemplating what I could do with 4 extra years when in walked this nurse!
Now all of us at one time or another have seen a woman that for some reason hits us as spectacular!
This nurse was spectacular, no doubt. The uniform did little hide the slim frame, breasts just the right size and high, her waist small, flaring out into hips that also seemed perfect. I looked her up and down as she spoke to the doctor, then smiled at me and melted me right into the chair I was sitting on!