We spent today in Denver, Colorado visiting with our first neurosurgeon. Though we know we plan on having any procedure done back east, we didn't want to make any decisions until someone smarter than the neurologist looked at the films and made sure this "aneurysm" wasn't just a chocolate smear from some snacking radiologist.
The surgeon confirmed that it appears there is an aneurysm, but an angiogram is necessary in order to confirm the size and shape, which in turn would determine the best way to attack this thing. We scheduled the angiogram for next Tuesday, but we suspect we will be on our way home before then.
For me, I'm just eager to get home, meet with the surgeon that I have earmarked to do any procedure that ends up being necessary, and take some of this burden off of my wife.
To be frank, I can be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster during the best of times; I can't imagine how she's managing me now. Her beauty belies her inner strength, that's for certain.
Many people have told Lauren and I that this experience will bring us much closer together, and give us a greater appreciation for the love we share and the days we have together. I'll tell you what: I don't need this experience to know that I would rather leave this world at 32 having spent five years of my life with Lauren than live to see one hundred without her.
She has been everything for me since Saturday morning, and frankly, I hate it. I am supposed to be taking care of her, and I can't wait to resume my rightful role and repay her.
I'm often asked by single friends what the secret is to a happy marraige. Now I know I'm only three years in, but I'm comfortable telling them this: marry the best human being you've ever met, and you're off to a good start.
She's smart, she's beautiful, she's selfless and caring, and her fortitude surprises even me. My man Paulie Bleeker said it best: I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else.
