I was checking on one of my patients, a sweet eighty-year-old lady, and was about to leave the room when she caught my hand.
Her: Are you married? Let me see your ring. (Looks at ring.) Ooh, that’s so pretty! How long have you been married?
Me: About a year and a half.
Her: Aww, I bet he’s a good one.
Me: Yep. I love him.
Her: I think that’s so great. I’ve been married for sixty years now, and I still love mine. Of course when you get older it’s different. It was really hard when we found out that I had cancer, but you have to go somehow! My husband and I dealt with it and then he told me we’d just be together till the end. I told him we’d better be! He’d look like a dog if he divorced me now. And then he said he guessed it would make his widower possibilities pretty bleak.
Me: I’m glad you can keep a sense of humor about it!
Her: Well, you have to.