I'd 'ave thunk it.
You inspire me and your story reminds me that success is possible
Thank you for everything you've given to me and others.
A lone voice crying in the wilderness.
I'll be curious to see what I have to say here. The title of the forum, Success Stories and Inspiration
, is pretty intimidating.
But I decided to go on and start the thread for a couple of reasons. One, it bothered the hell out of me that NG's story was at the top of this forum. Don't get me wrong, I like NG just fine. It just seems to me unfair that the lead thread on MA in this forum involves a gun.
The other reason is that I realized I was being mentally intimidated by a bunch of folks who wrote my marriage and me off a long time ago. "They" (whoever "they" are) would roll their eyes and prognosticate doom to my current bout of optimism.
The last reason is that I decided that my definition of success is the only one that really matters in this context. Of course, my husband's definition of success also matters but he's not here.
Let me give you something concrete to go on.
Almost six years ago, I lied to my husband and had my breast biopsy on the Friday while he was hunting when it was meant to be on the following Monday. I went home, traumatized by an ordeal I'd not been prepared for, and sat on the couch researching breast cancer which made all the sense to me of Greek. I called him before he was driving back on the Sunday to tell him to stay and hunt another day because it was done, having spent the weekend by myself consulting Dr. Google to the point where I had a baseline understanding of what I was looking at. The biopsy was a formality. I knew.
Today, my husband drove me an hour to my endometrial biopsy. We stopped on the way home and had a beer and a brat. I asked him to take me to Lowe's to look at flowers and he did. He made dinner in the crock pot this morning.
Six years is a long time.