So, I tell a story like a broken record...

Jan 27, 2007 13:56

But this part of the story is new. For any of you that remember the name Merrisa Coleman, and my search for this woman from my past, here's a new chapter to the story:

I gave up looking on my own and asked for help finding a local doc with FTM experience. Drew was nice enough to point me in the direction of his doc in Roseville. I went, and of all the places to look, here is where I finally found somebody that knew her name. This new doc knows Merrisa Coleman, and gave my her professional contact info.

Today I drafted an email to her, and sent it before I could lose my nerve. I'm terribfied that I'll spend the next few days or weeks or months anxiously awaiting a reply. If she writes me back, I think I may explode from happiness.

First I found my father. Then I found Merissa. I wonder when I'll run into Noah Hanson... Is there anyone else from my past that would like to show up for the party??? Anybody I haven't seen in years? I know you're all still out there.

I feel like I may be one email response away from patching a big hole inside me.
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