Various envelopes arrived in the mail, week after week. If it was a large envelope, it contained an Acceptance to Medical School, along with maps, housing, financial aid, and counseling pamphlets. If it was a Rejection from Medical School, stated with all Capital Letters etched forever as a rejection rejection rejection, well, it was a small envelope because it was a standard Form letter and there wasn't much to say.
I received a bundle of small envelopes, week after week. It was February now, and I was supposed to start Medical School in September. It was getting late, and I had to make plans to move. Then one fine day, I sauntered to the mail box, butterflies swimming in my stomach, ileum, and colon. It was a large manilla envelope I saw, squeezed on the bottom of a stack of trash mail. I let everything else drop out as I pulled the envelope out! It was large! It was thick! I knew it had to be an acceptance letter! Hurriedly, I looked at the return address, almost not caring what school it was...almost rejoicing to go to any medical school whatsoever! And it was oral roberts university medical school indeed. What a thrill!
At 25 years of age, I graduated California State University, Northridge Cum Laude, Cellular and Molecular Biology, a recipient of one of three Outstanding Student Awards. I received a Sigma Xi Research Award for summer research I did with cancer researcher Steven B. Oppenheimer, Ph.D. The Sepulveda VA Medical Center Pre-Med Club boasted over 70 Pre-Med Students, and I went to say goodbye to my Club at the VA. It was hard. I dressed super-casually, as it was a time for goodbyes and I didn't feel like getting dressed up to say goodbye. I just wanted to be myself. So off I went to my last meeting of the Pre-Med Club. They surprised me with a Plaque, which I still have.
We sold all our furniture, rented a U-Haul, and drove it out to Tulsa, Okalahoma. It was a hot summer for my husband, 5-year old son, and I. Almost immediately, I was thrown into 30 unit/semester classes, 12 hours of school per day, and weekends spend studying the Krebs Cycle, Ethics, The Holy Spirit, Nutrition, and the biceps brachii muscle and its innervation from the musculocutaneous nerve. We had to accumulate physical exercise "Points" every week. I swam 1500 meters 4-7 days per week, keeping their motto, "Mind, Body, and Soul" etched in excellence and performance. It was an art.
Three months later, I came home to an empty apartment. My husband called me later that night and said that he left me. He was back in California.
If I wanted to be a good wife.