Long Live the Walls We Crashed Through I've Had the Time of My Life With You

Thank you.

No two simple worlds that contain more gratitude and emotion than my family or I can even begin to express.  I can't speak for my family, but I can for me.  And I can honestly say those two small English words can not begin to cover the gratefulness I could like to share with the people in my life. 

As most of you know, or anyone who has spent more than five minutes with me, this year has been a very trying time.  Go back many entries to the very first post, and as you continue to read this blog, you will dive into a terrified girl's world.  Yes, I was over dramatic at times, but when I was down, I felt the hits kept coming.

Three months after this crazy journey began, I'm still not completely cured and do not know if I ever will be one hundred percent back to how I was.  But I'm getting treated and better than I felt at the end of December.

But I wanted to take time not to update about silly blood work, or doctor's visits.  I wanted to thank you.  The person sitting at your computer reading this.

Throughout this journey, I do not know what I would have done without the support of my family, friends, people who love my parents that don't really know me.  I have gotten cards, emails, text messages, posts, phone calls, visits and so much more well wishes that it literally shocked me.  I always knew I was loved but this tough road proved it; I have some great people on my side.

The support is what got me through most of those early days.  I became a hermit.  Ashamed of what I was going through and at a loss of words to convey the seriousness of it all.  When I was at a low, often one of you brought me back with a kind message that had been passed along.  Happy/grateful tears almost always emerged.  Ask my parents.  I was a blubbering baby.

Speaking of, my two solid supports.  Mom and Dad.  They have been with me through it all, my rocks.  I have not seen them cry once, and yet they have been there to wipe my tears away and provide a never ending hug.  When I wanted to quit, they wouldn't let me and knowing they were by my side helped me continue.  I know this whole thing has not been a walk in the park for them, I have been a pain in the ass a lot, have been unnecessarily mean due to frustration and the fact that they were there for me to take it out on.  And yet they stayed next to me.

Mom and Dad, I love you more then you know and owe my sanity to you.  I promise to not forget this when you guys get older.  I owe you tons.

To my friends, near and far, thank you.  Thank you for taking me out.  Thank you for making me laugh and smile.  Thank you for dealing with me when Henry flairs up.  Thanks for getting me food.  Even if it means getting yelled at by Meggie.  Thank you for doing things for me when I was incapable of it.  Thanks for listening and trying to understand.  Thanks for the out of state visits and surprises.  Thanks especially for just being you when I needed normality in my life.

This may seem like a final post to this blog, but it's not.  I love writing, and sharing my writing with others.  And let's face it, Henry and the insides have a lot of explaining to do.  Once I'm off these silly blood thinners, that's when the real fun and tests begin.  And while it's not going to be pretty, I hope you sometimes check back to see how this crazy roller coaster journey I'm on is going.  I promise it won't be boring.


But I wanted to thank you all:  my parents, brother, Nana, Aunts, Uncles, cousins, the Woodmont family, family friends, my friends, Mom and Dad's coworkers, bosses, coworkers, people who barely know me, and anyone who I may have accidentally forgot, thank you EVERYONE for your support and well wishes.


Thank you.


Those two simple words that I don't feel like can even begin to show my appreciation to all of you.


P.S. The title is from Long Live by Taylor Swift.  Go check it out.