Part Nine: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

First off, thank you to everyone who has read and will read this little blog in the future. This isn't therapy for me and it isn't meant to make sense of what's happening in my life. I don't need to write any of this down for closure or sanity, I do it because enough people have asked about what went on when I got sick that I'm dealing with the tedium of telling the same story over and over in one fell swoop. Enough of my life this year has been interesting and or entertaining enough that maybe, just maybe it'll be a good diversion for people other than me and my family; those whom witnessed all of the awful things that went on especially during the times I can't remember. Y'know what, maybe I'm writing this for them. Yes. I'll go with that. This blog is for my family. And not just those people I share genetic ties to but those whom I love and gave me a reason to pull through and not let my disease get the best of me. My parents spent a lot of gas and money (Lahey takes in a considerable amount in parking fees you know) making the trek to Burlington day after day and it makes me feel bad. Seeing me laid out fighting to stay alive at times was not a pleasant experience for Kelley and I know it messed her up a bit to see me like that. Hell, after I posted that series of pictures the other day she came downstairs after I had taken a shower, wrapped her arms around me and balled her eyes out because she can't handle thinking about those days. I've only let myself really get upset about my situation once since I left the hospital. One of the two of us has to soldier on through all of this and if I let things get to me I won't be able to function. Her lovely parents and sister got to see me when I was pretty bad off and I'm pretty sure they've taken a shine to me so that couldn't have been fun for them to watch. My brother Seamus came to visit me but I don't remember. Sorry dude. My brothers, my gang came to see me. Twice. This is after being disconnected from them for a good long while. Still, bonds run deep and how many people can say they've had the same friends for their whole lives? Then there was Angel, who made Christmas that much more merry. That dude would do anything I'd ask of him and that's not lost on me. These people saw me at my worst and I apologize to all of them for putting them through uncomfortable situations.

Also, thanks to everyone who sent cards and well-wishes. It means a lot to have people in your corner. Extra special thanks to everyone who has helped out financially, I wouldn't be able to live without help and it's much appreciated. Family, friends, well-wishers and strangers have donated to keep me afloat and it means the world to me and to Kelley. I'm eternally grateful and indebted to all of you.

Alright, enough of this love-in. Let's get to some meat and potatoes storytelling, eh?!

C'mon, I thought it was funny.

I'm feeling a bit scatterbrained tonight so I'll leave the history and stories for the next post. I'll just leave this as a thankful post and take it easy for now. So again, thank you. Readers, well-wishers, family, friends, long-losts and never-lefts. There's more to come and hopefully people will be entertained, moved, and maybe even inspired by what goes on here. I promise some juicy bits coming up.