Two and a half years ago you saved my life. You gave me two and a half more years to live.
To breathe…in and out. In this amazing, miraculous world.
To love…for two and a half years MORE.
I got to stay alive and be in the world! You did that. For me.

I worry that you do not know what that means to me.
I’ve been concerned because I was not able to thank you all properly.
You need to know that I am thanking you by being alive today.
I never forget you. You did this.

I am in trouble again. It’s bad. It’s dire, actually. Having two cancers simultaneously is complicated enough, but this is crazy:
maybe even so rare that you will never know another person in your whole life that has this happen to her or him.
That doesn’t make me feel one bit special, incidentally.
If it did, this wouldn’t be so difficult. This business of asking for help.