Met the misses in a country that doesn't exist any more, West Germany. Both studying international marketing at the University of Mannheim on a foreign exchange program. Me, just a schmuck from Anchorage, AK, studying at Oregon State. She, a big city girl, born and raised in NYC and attending Baruch. (Yes, the same Baruch that Santos did not attend.)
I was fortunate that the future Mrs. Toadman could ski. I had to verify this while she spent our 1st Christmas in AK and took her skiing in minus 20F temps at Alyeska. I figured if she could still force a smile in those conditions, she was worth hanging on to.
We were married at West Point over looking the Hudson. Her grandfather served in the South Pacific during WWII and suggested that venue. Props to him, as it was a great place for a wedding.
We moved to Seattle after 6 years in NJ, which was total hell on me. So, 2 more pluses for her moving away from the only place she had ever lived her whole life.
Two years later my wife became ill. A diagnose of a rare autoimmune disease that destroyed her liver, required a liver transplant to save her life. Fortunately, we had some of the best medical care and transplant expertise at the UWMC. She literally became the poster patient for the hospital. They called her their "One percenter", as very few people recover to the level of health that she obtained. She went on to win 6 gold medals and 2 silvers at two separate Transplant Olympics in track & field. Winning the 5k road race, 1,500 meters and 800 meters and silver in the 400m. See went on to repeat those same results 4 years later.
The one thing she said to me while laying in the hospital bed was that she wanted to get back on skis. The last time she had been on skis, we had gone skiing with friends at Stevens Pass. She apologized to me when she had to stop because she had become too tired to continue. The worst day was finding her on the floor, in our living room when I had returned from a short bike ride, with slurred words and with phone in hand. I thought she had been trying to call 911. I did the drive to the UWMC in very short order. Turned out she was bleeding internally in her esophagus from varicose veins that had developed from the cirrhosis of her liver.
A month later, while watching the final four - Syracuse against Kansas the phone on the counter started to ring. I almost didn't pick it up, but figured I better answer it just in case. Turned out it was our transplant coordinator telling us they had a match. 3.5 days in ICU, and another 3 days in the transplant wing and she was out. At that time it was the fastest release for a liver transplant. 12 weeks later she was back at work. 6 months later she ran the Seattle half marathon. And 7 months later she was on the slopes with me at Crystal Mountain. 20 years on, and we have had a few scares but she has given back to that anonymous donor family by doing fund raisers and raising awareness on organ donations. She has spoken to medical conferences, has been interviewed on the news and done social media, radio and print ad campaigns. At one point in time you could see her poster at the UofW Husky stadium, Harbor View, and UWMC.
Since that time, we have skied from Alyeska to Zermatt, and lots of places in between, including my 40th July birthday present in Valle Nevado and then on to Bariloche in Argentina. I would say I married out of my league, but then that would be a disservice to my amazing wife.
She travels around the world doing 9 figure deals for a globally recognized brand. I some times ride her coattails.
Our hearts are like puzzles, when you find that missing piece of your heart puzzle, that one in the middle of your heart that's called love that we are all looking for, you never want to let it go. And what makes real love so real, is that you have to find that partner that also has your heart puzzle piece. I have that, and feel blessed every day. More so, since I know what it feels like to have almost lost it.
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