The day…Sept 30th, 2008.
So here’s the deal, the whole “story of the universe” stuff, ya…I don’t really know, but who does. (Tip, if you say you “know for sure”, I’m probably not going to like you because you’re kinda full of shit) Ok, back to my story.
Megan and I were sleeping, in the middle of the night I rolled over for some spooning action, I reach for some boob (look, don’t judge. It’s just how it is…she’s beautiful, she has boobs and I just want to touch them) and something different happened, I woke up completely, you ever do that? I was laying there because I felt a strange thing, something was new and it didn’t belong. So what did I do? I went back to sleep.
BUT, the next morning I was like “hey, last night…I felt something wrong in your boob” Megan was like, “what?” (Oh ya, by the way..if you are looking for Catcher in the Rye quality writing, bad news…I’m not your guy.) I said “ya, you should check that shit out.” Here is the part where you should punch me in the face, I kinda dropped it. Megan however took what I said(and yes, it was probably more than “check that shit out”) and she scheduled an appointment with her doctor…ya, she is definitely the smart one in the relationship.
So, let’s just cut to the chase..that “shit” was cancer. There is no way to cram everything that happened over the next 12 months into this one blog post , so just know this, Megan is a bad ass..she punched cancer in the face and after some pretty rough times she is walking tall, kicking ass…just as beautiful as ever.
What’s the point? There’s two.
1. I’ve struggled with God and faith and all of that over the last couple of years. Like I said, the people that I know that are hard core christians or hard core atheists are equally as closed minded and just tend to get on my nerves. Who really knows…it’s ok not to know, I think the test of intelligence is to accept that the knowledge of the universe won’t fit between our ears.
This is what I know. All of Megan’s doctors said it was impossible for me to feel her “lump” of cancer. Ya, well guess what, fuck impossible. I felt the lump, Megan was like a dog on a bone and she kicked cancer to the curb. I am truly grateful for the outcome and feel blessed beyond belief for all that has happened. I guess some things are just mysterious, how did I feel that? Was it God? I don’t know, but this I do…there are definitely weirdoes on both ends of the religious scale. I do want to believe there is a God, I can’t say I really know what that looks like, but I’m going to do my best to try and find out.
2. This one is really important! October (yes tomorrow) is breast cancer awareness month, so do yourself a favor and go feel your boobs, or your girlfriend’s boobs, or your wife’s boobs…whatever, just check it out, it matters.
If you want more info on Megan’s whole story, check out megansbigadventure.com
I love you Megan.