When we met back in the university I had so much respect for you. I thought you were the most amazing person I had ever met and before I even knew what had happened, I was falling in love. I fell in love with a man who was an amazing polo player and a great dancer. I will never forget when we went to the big school dance one summer and all the people stopped to watch you do your Waltz. You just had that special affect on a person that is so rare. Above all; when I first met you, you were going to be a Neurosurgeon and not just a cardiologist.
It is unbelievable how you have changed over the years. You used to be a man of principals who believed in something. You used to talk about your greatest passion; brain surgery, and how one day you would be the best brain surgeon in the country. Look at you now; you are just a sad cardiologist who spends all his time tinkering with people hearts when you should be inside their heads tinkering with their brains. Don’t you still have any moral fiber holding you to your past ambitions? How sis you fall so far, when you were always so driven and determined, two of the qualities that made me fall in love with you.
I remember when we got engaged and I called all my friends to tell them I was going to be the wife of a neurosurgeon, and I can never forget the shame when years later, I had to introduce you as a cardiologist. It was hurtful for me to have to always be the one to announce to the world that you had given up. My mother was especially let down by the news. She had always dreamed of having a brain surgeon for a son-in-law and it was an awful let down for her to learn that you were going to end up as nothing more than a heart doctor.
I have a friend whose husband is a back surgeon, he does spine surgery. At least they can hold their heads up high when they are at the country club. I feel as if I constantly have to excuse you to the world for your choice to give up your study of the human brain. You used to have a giant cartoon drawing of a brain above your bed and from its mouth there was a caption that read “I am the most important organ in your body, so don’t lose your head now.” I never got tired of seeing that poster when I would come visit you but did it mean anything or did you know even then, that you were going to give it all up just a few years later.
Today, I don’t even recognize the man I married. I hope it is not too late for you and you will see that you must return to your studies and finish becoming a neurosurgeon. If you won’t do it for yourself or for me then please do it for our children.