I haven't done a journal entry before and I'm not sure why I'm doing one now. I guess I'm hoping to put things in perspective. For anyone who doesn't know, I'm a pre-op transsexual. I began my transition over 15 years ago and every time I get close to being able to take the final step and have surgery, something seems to go wrong. My divorce cost a small fortune. That's my own fault for not getting a lawyer right away. I met a wonderful man and we dated for a while then decided to move in together. Things seemed to be going perfectly. I went back to school to be a medical assistant, graduated and got a decent job. I started saving money again. When I had nearly enough for surgery I started shopping for the best place to have it done. Then things fell apart again.
Andy got fired and a week later our house burned down. We had insurance but it wasn't enough and there went my savings. We rented for a year then bought another house. Everything smoothed out for a while and I started saving again. Here we go again.
The hot water heater went out. The wash machine died. The refrigerator had to be replaced, then the dishwasher. Both of our cars died. I'm looking in the mirror to see if there's a bull's eye on my back. Then Andy got cancer. He was in rough shape for a while but the chemo worked. He went into remission and things smoothed out again.
I've got nearly enough in savings again. And Andy has cancer again. It's a different type this time and he's been getting radiation therapy. I'm beginning to thing I'll never get surgery done. I'm going to take early retirement to stay home to take care of Andy. My pension will be enough to keep health insurance for Andy. He hasn't been doing as well as I would like. Even so, I've contacted another surgeon in the hopes that things go my way.
In the mean time, I'm enjoying the time I have with Andy and getting ready for my retirement. None of the things that have gone before have stopped us from enjoying day to day life. I'll keep my fingers crossed and hope there are many more years for us together.