by Doctor Science
On Wednesday my husband D had both his old knees replaced with new, shiny robot knees. I am now married to a cyborg.
We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better…stronger…faster.

D and I met in 1974 (as friends, we didn’t start dating for 10 years), when
The Six Million Dollar Man was starting its first season. I’m pretty sure D owned a jacket very like that one, too. Ah, 70s fashion.
We’ve had the technology for a while, but because of the frakked-up US health care system, we haven’t had the *money* until this year. You don’t get to talk about “wait times” in the US unless you factor in the people who have to wait years — or forever — because they can’t afford care they need.
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