Life With Tutu

If you were abandoned by your father as a little girl, you might have a different mentality as regards choosing a life partner. We think differently anyways. I wanted a father figure. I wanted the father’s love I never enjoyed. The man, my father had beat a hasty retreat when my pain episodes started plus the financial burden. I wanted someone older who would be my father, big brother, mentor, husband and friend. In my sojourn they don’t come easy. At the meeting, actually my university’s alumni meeting, I met him. My Prince charming. My Knight in shinning armor! He had finished eight years before me and was a widower. He had no kids and was looking to find love again. I batted my false eye lashes at him upon being introduced( actually I had forced a mutual acquaintance to do the honours) He looked me over, interestedly. I tried to be all brightness and light( an aberration for me, as I was all melancholy). To cut a long story short, we had a six month courtship. I was courted i...

Some days were good, some days were bad. The good days were the pain free days, the bad days were the pain wracked days. There were days I would request, literally beg my physician for a double dose of pain meds given intravenously so as to be able to get to work and stay at work. Yeah, that bad. There were also days I would call in a nurse to give the much needed pain relief with the usual Pentazocin and Dichlofenac injection meds, because my pain ridden body couldn’t make it to the nearest hospital. There were days the pain meds would need to be given at increased frequency, because the pain was refusing to go away. Days Saline infusions would need to be given to flush the stubborn sickle cell shaped cells clogging my blood vessels, causing unbearable pain. There were days of endless groaning on hospital beds. And there were days of gradual respite from the pain. Indeed, there were days of Sunshine and days of rain. I was doing well financially and career wise. I was a banker who...