I had dinner with my former boss this evening. I really wasn't looking forward to it, because he's discovered he has prostate cancer and wanted to explain his condition and his treatment options. I was worried about how he would look, how he would act, and how I would respond to it.
It was fine.
He enjoys talking about it. I know that may sound weird, but it's how he is. Talking about it, joking about it, and explaining it in detail demystifies it for him. So all I had to do was remain composed when he compared and contrasted radiation and surgery, told me his and his wife's rate of intercourse (twice a month) and that, because of the meds he's on, he no longer ejaculates.
The cosmo helped.
I promised him we'd do this again before his surgery next month. I'll be more used to it each time we meet.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I repeat - Ah! How good it feels, the hand of a friend.
ReplyDeleteHow lucky your boss is - to have you as an employee as well as a friend. Snowbird
Oh, Mme Snowbird, thank you! I tried last night. I really tried.
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