Note: The "Trooper" in question is not actually in the military. It's a metaphor, people.

January 15, 2008

If You Can Kill Me, You Can Marry Me

As you can imagine, preparing for major surgery brings up a lot of major life issues and questions. Even if your situation is like mine - voluntary surgery that should likely not end in death, just prolonged discomfort - you can't avoid facing those "what happens if something goes wrong" scenarios.

The first matter to weigh heavily on my mind was my cat, AppleButt. Who would she live with if something happened to me? Sure there are people who would take her in, but who would LOVE her as psychotically as me? I actually had a hard time deciding because there are a few potentials. In the end, I decided not to decide, figuring that if something happened, I had made it clear enough to these special people that my only postmortem concern was that AppleButt was loved and cared for.

With the cat all wrapped up, it quickly occurred to me that I have absolutely nothing else of value or interest that I needed to worry about. I own nothing but a car, which would have to be sold, and a few pieces of nothing-to-brag-about furniture. My landlord can screw himself as far as his apartment is concerned and I will probably die wearing my only slightly expensive jewelery, a pair of small diamond earrings, that can go to whoever wants them most.

My first instinct is to think that this very short inventory of my life's possessions makes my life pathetically unaccomplished. A 35 year old woman should have more evidence of her existence than a cat and a mid-range car, right? But then I stop being self pitying and realize that this is something to be proud of. My life is not formed by posessions but by the the people I've collected along the way. People who care deeply about me (confirmed for me again over the past week) and, if I died, would miss me a lot more than the used car dealer who was lucky enough to sell my car.

When the hospital paperwork arrived I realized I had neglected a whole other set of concerns. Who was going to take care of me if this surgery went wrong and I was incapacitated? Who would get to decide when I should stop fighting for survival? Who would decided to kill me? Yes, the good old Advance Directive.

I wanted to rush through it, put my mom down for everything, sign it and not think of it anymore. But I knew it was irresponsible to put that kind of pressure on a loved one who is probably too busy being upset about you and shouldn't have to make guesses about what you might want. A Jewish funeral? Do I want to live on a machine? What do I consider a life worth living? Plus, as much as I hate to think about it, my mom will likely not outlive me. Therefore, I needed to find someone else that I trust with my life.

At first this seemed like a rather simple matter. I have many dear friends who are as close to family as I'm going to get. I also have other family who I wouldn't want coming within 50 feet of the machines that are keeping me alive, let alone know my address to send me a card once a year. But who is it fair to ask?

I put the forms away until about 2 days before surgery, hoping the magic answer would come in my sleep. When the time came to fill them out, I had only come across one person that made sense. You guessed it, Wine Guy. The way things feel and are between us these last few weeks and months, how prominent we have become in each other's lives, make it seem like a no-brainer. I trust him more than anyone and it's starting to feel assumed that we are "together forever." But we're not talking buying a couch together here. This is life and death.

So finally I bit the bullet and passive-aggressively asked him what he thought, "So, I have to fill out this stupid Advance Directive form where I designate agents to make medical decisions on my behalf if something goes wrong."

"Yeah?" he replies over the phone.

"Uh huh. I'm putting my mom down as first choice but kind of think I should have a second just in case, you know. But I don' t know who to put."

Awkward obvious silence.

He replies, "Well, you could put me if you want."

"Can I? Would that be weird?"

Here's where my communication skills turn to crap. Instead of saying that I feel he is, without a doubt, this important to me and I would love for him to play that part, I make it sound like he is weird and crossing the line for even suggesting it.

He replies somewhat hesitantly, "I don't think so. Do you?"

Luckily I catch myself.

"Not at all. It's just a lot to ask and don't want you to be uncomfortable with it. It's a pretty big deal."

"Go right ahead. Put me down."

So I did and if felt right. But later that night as I was trying to sleep, it occurred to me. I just gave Wine Guy the full legal authority to put me out of my misery in case of a medical mishap. At this point, shouldn't we just be married? I mean, is there any difference?

So how's this for a marriage proposal, "So, as long as you have the right to kill me, how about putting a ring on this finger?"

Dismissed.

7 comments:

mimi of sexagenarian and the city said...

this is really very moving. WG seems to go from better to better. but you have this commitment to one another [sorry for the cliche...] without marriage. don't rush...

The City Gal said...

The ending was actually pretty funny!

Good luck to you guys....seems like the ring is not so far away!

Michele said...

I know as an "older" single female(I was 40 when I got married), marriage seems like the most important thing in the world but Mimi is right ... don't rush. It's more important to make sure you are with the right person and Wine Guy seems to be living up to the kind of guy you need more and more every day ... enjoy yourself and oh, get well soon : )

Nicole said...

I think it's fantastic that Wine Guy was open to the idea of such a serious obligation!

Keep us posted and get well soon!

Loverville said...

As the others have said -- take your time. No rush. Maybe start to consider thinking about it after the year/ year-and-a-half point?

Happy recovery! How's it going so far?

mimi of sexagenarian and the city said...

it's beginning to sound as if
"surgery is warfare" (and dating, if not peace, is at least a matter of negotiations & treaties).

mimi

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