Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A Man in Love...

It was terminal, the doctor said. Incurable.

But she was my wife, and I wasn’t the type who blindly accepted fate. If I could save her, I would.

So everything else went on hold as I devoted my intellect single-mindedly to medical research.

I would’ve liked to’ve spent more time comforting her as her health worsened, but the sacrifice would be worthwhile were I to find a cure. Which, in time, I did.

A man in love can accomplish anything.

She’d been dead nearly two decades by that point, of course. But still, finding the cure was sort of cathartic…

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