It started with a biopsy of my prostate gland. The second one in two years. They shoot 12 needles into it. The prostate is the size of a walnut. So a biopsy is like a bad prison date.
They confirmed it was cancer and told me to get a bone scan immediately, which I had to wait a week to hear the results from.
My wife had an annoyed look when we were told I had cancer and I felt strangely confident, I could face anything with her by my side, but I felt something when I saw that look, I didn't know what it meant. Only later did I realize the look meant a delay of her plans of starting a new life without me.
The surgery was tough and I was pretty sore for 3 or 4 days. I also had a catheter for 16 days. It was hard but I was determined to get my life back.
After I was able to go back to work in 5 weeks, my wife started to want to spend more time with me. Romantically. I wasn't yet fully healed plumbing-wise so I did the best I could and adapted with all the creativity I had. It was wonderful and I thought we would get closer, after so many years.
She had been going to nursing school full-time and working part-time and I had been working as many hours as I could and doing most of the housework/child-rearing. We had a plan for me to go to school full-time and work part-time when she got her degree, I don't know when she changed her plan or why and she's never really explained it.
One day the fun and games stopped. Romance was over and she became cold. She started posting come-hither poses on her Facebook pages and I found out later, talking with old boyfriends.
Finally I kept asking her over and over one day "What's wrong?" "Why the sudden distance and coldness?"
She told me in a text message----I love you I'm just not in love with you.
She left 2 weeks later to spend a week in our old hometown getting drunk in our old hometown with "friends".
My so-called single life had begun.
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