When I was a teenager I would look forward to the coming school year with new books, pencils, erasers, and the whole schmear. I would go to class, write in my new books, but when I had one mistake, it was over. I was the best little girl in the world and had to be perfect. I couldn't just toss it off. I had to start again.
Melissa doesn't believe that God or The Universe owed her something as precious and precarious as her husband's health. She accepts that life, often, is a crapshoot. And sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you simply don't. And sometimes you get a mix -- and that's what Melissa got and she's grateful for it.