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Some Men Run
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Miracle of Love
By Glenda Standeven I swear I couldn't love you more than I do right now, and yet I know I will tomorrow.
~Leo Christopher, Sleeping in Chairs There was so much of me missing. It felt strange and awkward lying beside my husband. It had been six weeks since I'd had my entire right leg, hip and pelvis amputated in a last-ditch attempt to rid my body of aggressive bone cancer. The surgeon told me it was a very rare amputation. At thirty-two, I was young and strong, and he expected me to make a full recovery — but with a big part of me missing. I was most definitely not the woman my husband Rick had married. Rick and I were already an oddly matched couple by most people's standards. I was big-boned and tall at 5 feet, 9 inches, and he was short and slight at 5 feet, 7 inches. I was a voracious reader, and he hadn't picked up a book in years. But he was honest and hard-working, and he made me laugh. Of all the men I'd dated, I knew Rick was the one I wanted to spend my happily-ever-after with. But I wonder if he would have included the words "in sickness and in health" in his wedding vows if he'd known. (Keep reading) | 
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