I was enjoying an adult refreshment last night at a local establishment. (Shocking I know.)
Comcast’s Cable12 News will be doing a local segment on Friday at 5PM about Bayonne. Heartbroken for my “Bayonne Girl”. Good thing I don’t have cable, it’d make me sad. And, she would have gone to great lengths to see it.
I wonder how our lives would have been different was it not for Jimmy Carter’s gas crisis when I got out of the USAF. I was working in Piscataway and we were up in Bayonne. Even odd. We had even; her brother had odd. I’d go to work and she’d take the other car to wait on the gas line.
We had to move closer to my work.
Hence we left Bayonne and settled in North Brunswick. Soon after, she was diagnosed with diabetes by Doc Ron who was kool, Pragmatically, he reassured her to enjoy life.
She knew from her brother’s life experience what she was in store for. She took it like a trooper. Stoically.
I, on the other hand, was the typical Type A. I wanted confirmation. (Even though intellectually I knew that diagnosis was right.) I wanted her to go to Joslin. I wanted specialists. I wanted experts. I wanted action. I wanted a cure.
She mollified me by going to a Joslin program at Saint Barnabas. They were just a bundle of bad news (i.e., shortened lifespan to age 45 to 50, complications, blindness, infertility, other associated diseases, organ failures). Upon reflection, I can now understand why she just didn’t want to be bothered with it. She knew they were going to tell her bad stuff. But she went to humor me.
The gas crisis eventually ended. But we never moved back to Bayonne. Wonder how it would have been different if we had? Can I blame it all on Doctor Ron? And, maybe if we had done more it would have ended differently.
Yup, she’d have strangled me!
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