Second Act or maybe 3rd or 4th

It all started in the Fall of 1947, I suppose, at least the beginning of discovery. Russ and I had decided to be married on February 14th, 1948. I had many bouts of tonsil problems for some time so I decided to get my tonsils removed along with having dental work brought up to date(wanted to get married with a clean slate) Tonsils were removed that Fall and I came home hoping for a rapid recovery. It was slow and one day I began to hemorrhage from the throat. A mad dash to the doctor ensued where he finally was able to stop the bleeding after heavy blood loss. It happened again within a few days. Once again the doctor managed to stop it with great pressure at the site, deep in my throat. In retrospect, one can conclude that my was not in A-1 condition if my healing capabilities were so inadequate. I was not healing as one would expect after the tonsillectomy. In general I was run down, as I remember I was tired and couldn’t back to my (?? For ite) . Further testing ie: sputum tests, c...

last week I got an email from DePaul. I started my bachelor’s degree there in 2003. Was on the Dean’s list. Knocking out of the park. Then in 2005, with 12 credits to go, I moved to California and figured the last bit would be easy. I failed or withdrew class after class because I hated that early online school. Hated it. In 2010/11 I got a fire under my butt to finish and knocked out 6 of those credits. I was beginning the last 6 (1 class and 1 seminar) when Linus, my 14 year old chihuahua, was ripped out of my arms and mauled to within a inch of his life. My life became consumed by nursing Linus and fighting for justice against the negligent asshole who’s dog attacked us many times before until he got us. That semester I didn’t say pass/fail fast enough, I didn’t withdraw in time and I got 2x F and that brought me down to a 2.9GPA but also left me holding the bag to pay for 2 classes I didn’t finish and meant I would pay for them again. I buried my head in the sand. So this email...