Fuck, but aren’t MRI scanners noisy fuckers? Thump, thump, thump, thump, bang bang bang, buzz buzz buzz! And I don’t think I’ve ever seen Emily so scared. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared either.
Part of me is embarrassed to say this because I am keenly aware that not everyone has the means to ‘go private’ or have medical insurance. Then again, I couldn’t not do whatever I needed to to get her well again. I hope you understand.
So, immediately after the scan, we went for a coffee and then, two hours later we sat with a consultant radiologist with Emily’s brain scans on his humongous screens.
It looked very strange seeing my wife’s brain in ‘slices’ like that. I wondered if I could see where her sex drive lives, or the bit that makes her love me to distraction. What I could see was a lump. Something that obviously didn’t belong there. Oddly, though, the radiologist was smiling.
“Well, Emily, you have a brain tumour and….” Wait. What? Is that how you say it? Glibly. Smiling? You arrogant cunt! What if I smiled at you and said “Well, your dick’s going to drop off….followed by your balls.” I felt myself go from nervous into attack mode, but he continued “…I’m pleased to tell you it’s a meningioma. Non-cancerous and it won’t spread. It’s just….there. Actually, you have two of them. It’s up to your neurologist of course, but I suspect they’ll try some drug therapy first….not chemotherapy….there are other treatments, and if they don’t respond, well, they’ll just nip them out.”
“Nip them out” like cutting fingernails, then? Neither of us spoke all the way home. When we got there, we fell, sobbing with gratitude into each other’s arms. Dani made us a celebratory hot chocolate, but I had a job to do. I video_called Tig and told her the good news. “Sure, an’ I won’t be needing this then.” She showed me a file so thick she needed two hands to lift it. I addition to the frightening amount of work she has to do, she had thoroughly researched every known brain tumour, their prognoses and treatments. Bless her cotton socks.
Back in my den, Emily sat on my leather bean bag chair…..totally naked. She spoke two words. “Love me?” I fell into her arms, and my fingers fell into her. We kissed, touched, stroked, and somehow along the way my clothes melted away too. At one point, I found myself kneeling between her legs and realised that for the first time in a very long time I was genuinely praying a prayer of unmitigated thanks. To some of you, it will sound blasphemous that I prayed while making love orally to my wife, but to me it didn’t seem incongruous at all. It felt….right.
I felt Emily tense, and knew she was about to cum. When she released, I closed my eyes in pure bliss. I found I didn’t want to cum. Perhaps a small sacrifice for the blessing we have received? It felt right, anyway. We lay together on my rug and just held one another. I felt a deep, overpowering love for her which, I admit, was frightening. I couldn’t bear to lose this girl. She really is my soul mate and I am hers.
We threw our dresses on, not bothering with panties, and in the kitchen, Dani stood with her back to us. When she turned round, her face was wet with tears. The three of us hugged. Nothing needed to be said. Again, I offered up a silent prayer of gratitude for the two girls in my life. How many employees are so invested in you that they show emotion like this? At one point Dani was actually sobbing.
Now? I feel like I’m walking on air. I’m sorry this hasn’t been the sexual contribution I normally write, but I felt compelled to let you know what had happened since you’ve been so amazingly kind with your comments and messages. Normal service will be resumed forthwith!
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