I’m not normally one for heartfelt reflection, but I’ve spent a bunch of hours in hospital clinic rooms this past week, being infused with one medication or another, and there’s only so much fiddling with your smartphone you can do before you start introspecting something fierce.
Given that a good chunk of the last eighteen months was spent either in a drugged-up haze or a horrible depression, I’ve only recently started to, seemingly at random, remember things people did for me, and I can’t remember if I ever thanked them. So I’m going to do that (again?) now.
Thank you. All of you. For everything.
Whether it was fundraising or donating or helping us out or sending me stories to read or commenting or tweeting or texting or whatever, it meant a lot to both me and Monica, even if we didn’t or weren’t able to express it in the moment. I know Monica, especially, was extra appreciative of you guys in the outside world during some of my darker hours, when I wasn’t really checked in to things in any appreciable way.
Anyway, thank you all, again. I know it’s a bit of a cliche, but we sincerely wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for all your help and support.