I slept six hours last night, woke up rested at 4 am, went for a brisk half hour walk, saw a shooting star, came home and weighed in at 239.6.
None of those things would have been true before I got sick.
First and foremost, lasirenadolce. I literally owe her my life, given how touch-and-go that first night was going to the ER. She then stood by me through the worst experiences of my life, every step of the way.
Right with her were other friends, including karindira and kenscholes. My family, all of them, my aunts who flew in, my parents who waited by my bed, lillypond, the Niece, Mother of the Child, and most importantly, the_child.
My doctors and nurses and all the people at OHSU. My entire online and professional communities (that’s you guys), with a special shoutout to neutronjockey and all his co-conspirators for the tribute anthology, which I will always treasure. The Fireside writers group. casacorona and Tor Books. John Scalzi and Audible.com.
The list is endless, and I could never fill it completely.
Thanks to you guys, each and every one of you, I slept six hours last night, woke up rested at 4 am, went for a brisk half hour walk, saw a shooting star, came home and weighed in at 239.6. Best of all, I’m still here.