A very strange thing happened to me while I was in Montreal. I was about four days out of surgery. I had not told any of my kids, nor my ex, about having the surgery. My kids were estranged from me and I figured the knowledge I was having GRS would send them off to never-never land.
So when I checked my email and saw my youngest son had written me, I was pretty shocked. It had been almost five years since he had made any attempt to communicate with me. We have since had a couple of very long phone conversations and several emails. At the end of one phone conversation he said he didn't want to be a jerk anymore.
Neither do I.
Then, after I got home, my daughter sent me an email. We hadn't talked in over a year. I suggested we talk but she said she couldn't. Then out of the clear blue we are talking. I saw her a couple of days ago and the first thing she says is "You look happy". Then we talked every day. That was last week and we are still cool.
Sunday was my birthday. My daughter sent me an e-card and I got a lot of other b-day wishes. But there in the emails was my step-mom. I hadn't heard from her in a few years.
Another email from my daughter told me my oldest son missed me too (in so many words).
So here I am, thinking I'm heading off to surgery at a time in my life when everyone I fought to stay male for left me, so what the hell, might as well be happy for me. Then, in a matter of a few weeks, all these people who walked out of my life come back! And I don't think any of them knew I had GRS. Very strange....
But if you look at how the Chicago sports teams are doing, maybe my having GRS I helped balance the circle of life and now all is right with the world.
Or maybe those Long Island Ice Teas are good for what ails ya!
Whatever the case, being true to yourself is what we all need to do if we ever expect to gain true respect and know real love.
Well, at least that's how I prefer to see it.
Julie
