2010 was by all measures a catastrophic year for my family. My cancer, which was diagnosed in January, was just the tip of the iceberg. A lot of what happened isn't my story to tell, but it involved the very public arrest of my Uncle, complete with front page articles in all the New York newspapers, a devastating loss for my sister, and my father falling ill with cancer, too (only he was misdiagnosed for two more years). That's just for starters. It all happened, one thing right on top of the other, in the span of six months. The events played out like a nighttime soap opera where you're like, eh, this show used to be kind of entertaining but now it's just too unrealistic.
The universe gave me a good run for 34 years of little to no drama, so I guess I had it coming. But two things entered my life in right before disaster hit that helped make it all okay:
The universe gave me a good run for 34 years of little to no drama, so I guess I had it coming. But two things entered my life in right before disaster hit that helped make it all okay:
Five years ago, Oliver was just a man I once knew who loomed large in my memory. Daphne didn't exist. My body was already harboring its shitty little secret, my Uncle was already thick in the mess that would send him to prison, and all the other horrible things that went down were already in motion, there on the periphery, ready to pounce. So something sent me these two to make it all better. And for that, I am thankful.
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