They had once been lovers. In the years before our meeting in medical school, my wife during her youth had pursued a career in modern dance in New York City. There, in the artsy world of Greenwich Village, she met Jim, a young dynamic artist and student who struggled to overcome the crippling effects of having been born with spina bifida. Drawn together by their mutual exuberance for life and art, they lived a bohemian existence together. Yet, over time, her increasing fascination with science and medicine and his with finance and business caused them to slowly drift apart. Her departure for medical school, and our subsequent meeting and then marriage, did not end their friendship, and over the ensuing three decades they kept close in touch.
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