Posted on | July 27, 2006 | 2 Comments

I met Leisa a little over six years ago.  I had discovered a wrinkle in my forehead and, in an oh-my-god-I’m-getting-old panic, went to a plastic surgeon for a consultation (botox, laser, not talking major work here).  He told me anything he did would be like shooting a pea with a cannon and referred me to Leisa for microdermabrasion.  I signed on for six initial treatments and over the course of those and subsequent visits over the years, got to know Leisa pretty well.  I was going through a divorce at the time and she was unhappily married to her childhood sweetheart.  We had many things in common, like being teenage mothers and in unfulfilling marriages, except that mine was ending.  Over the years, we told each other our stories and while we never socialized outside the doctor’s office, I felt connected to her.  I was SO happy when she told me that she’d decided to leave her husband and start her life new again.  Not because I advocate divorce, but because she was miserable and she’s much too sweet a person to live that way.  Shoot, everyone is.  She developed a friendship with a man from her past, found a new house, hired an attorney, and was moving on with her life.  This did not make her husband happy.  He became violent and threatening – she continued with her plans.  One morning as she was leaving early to go to the gym, her estranged husband grabbed her, tied her up, and was in the process of putting her in the trunk of her own car when the neighbors noticed something wrong and called the police. 

I don’t know why, but Leisa actually reconciled with her husband after that.  He was traveling and she wouldn’t have to be around him except for one weekend a month, and I guess she thought she could live with that.  Maybe she thought it would be easier on their three kids, all girls, two of them grown and out of the house.  Maybe it was a financial decision.  Maybe she thought it was too late for her to find happiness alone.  Maybe it was easier than fighting with her husband for her freedom.  I don’t know.   I found out today that Leisa is in a coma, has been for four weeks, due to a brain aneurysm.  She’s not expected to live past today.  Her daughters don’t blame their father, although that’s certainly the first thing that occurred to me.  Maybe they took the easy route, too.  I hope that she found some happiness, or at least contentedness, in her life.  She was a beautiful, funny, giving person.  I’ll miss her.

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  1. Grace
    July 28th, 2006 @ 8:25 am

    I’m so sorry to hear that. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. (((BIG HUGS)))

  2. Janet
    August 2nd, 2006 @ 7:33 pm

    How tragic! I’m so sorry you’re losing your friend and with so many unanswered questions.