A true story that I wish I made up:
When Aaron was in the hospital undergoing his first brain surgery for a brain tumor that would turn out to be a Stage 4 Glioblastoma, I was in the waiting room with a work laptop from the ad agency I worked for.
A VP at said company had reached out when word spread that the reason I’d run out of the office in the middle of a Monday afternoon was because my boyfriend had suffered a grand mal seizure at the rival agency on the other side of town, and that the reason for the seizin’ was a brain tumor, and that the brain tumor needed to be removed, as a stowaway of this type so often must be.
They were reaching out not only to offer their sympathies, but to gently suggest that I might want a work laptop while I '“waited around” at the hospital. After all, we had a new business pitch in a few weeks, and I …