[updated] It has been 36 years since I married a nice fellow named Arden. It’s been 30 years since we divorced for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is the fact that I came out as a lesbian. Soon after, I moved 750 miles from Michigan to Kansas. We fell out of touch. Since I left Michigan, I hadn’t even talked to him until I tracked him down last year to get help with a rather picky government form.
Yesterday I got an email from Arden, telling me that a college friend, Susan Ager,* had fallen ill with cancer. Arden is one of the few people in the world who would even know how much I enjoyed this old friend’s company.
Because of his email, I reconnected with Susan and discovered, much to my delight, that her cancer is now in remission. The doctors have even used the other “c” word — “cured” — with her. Because Arden reached out to me, I’ve exchanged excited emails with Susan, and we’ve begun planning a face-to-face reunion.
None of this would have happened if someone who has every right to hate my guts hadn’t cared about me and reached out. This is too cool for words, and it is the heart of goodness.
Thank you, Arden.
*By the way, Susan’s article about her illness, “A Close Brush with Cancer,” is amazing.