Yesterday, while speaking to my new general care doctor, we covered my medical history, and overall health. How often I exercise, how much sleep I get a night, etc. She noted that I’d repeated myself, twice mentioning my wonderful, supportive, wise and loving circle of friends. I found myself bringing it up again to a specialist I saw later that day.
I wanted them to know that I know what I’m sure they already know. That either as a reflection of, or because of, my overall health can at any point be gauged by how many close female friendships I have.
And later that night, a cocktail reception at the art museum, it occurred to me. Why had I told my doctors this, and not my gal pals themselves?
I can never tell them too often what they mean they mean to me, and how rich and loved and alive they make me feel. That no story of me, even something as mudane as a medical file, is complete without mention of them. They are that powerful.