I'm still here.
Right here, on Queens Creek, the same as I ever was.
The recent events of my life have been the equivalent of at least four Lifetime movies.
I could write a book about each major event, they're all lengthy, dramatic, quasi-incredible stories.
It was as if someone was testing me, to see how much I could take at once.
But, for whatever reason, I'm still here, alive and convulsing kicking twitching.
Right now, I'm recovering from my last major surgery for 2015.
So far, so good. I should be back to normal, whatever that is, soon.
Today I went on my first walk since the accident back in October.
It took me 39 minutes to walk two miles!!!!
(This is unacceptable; but all things considered, I am grateful to be walking, talking, typing, writing, twitching convulsing and alive.)
The whole family has been impacted by stuff. And not just my stuff.
My mother was hospitalized for two days for an infection.
(She's fine now.)
My father has been having a very rough time of it for a while.
(Chronic problems that have worsened.)
But here we are. Alive. Pressing forward. Doing the best we can.
I am very, very grateful.
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I hope to return to blogging more regularly as time permits. I also need to write a book about the recent events of my life, but I'm not sure when I'll find time to do all that. Right now, I'll just commit to a blog post here and there.
(But there is an unbelievable book--based on a true story--just brewing inside me.)
I hope
I'm still here.
