So many amazing people have left this planet recently, almost more than I can name. Each one I choke back tears when I think of them, and there are too many to list. I feel a strange shame reaching out, simply because I'm still alive, I guess.

I was found lifeless on a sidewalk in Boulder, Colorado. Unconscious, my heart had failed, and my kidneys and liver had stopped. For all intents and purposes, I was dead on arrival. Apparently, I was the victim of a blood clot and a massive infection in my left leg. I was resuscitated and informed that I needed to get someone on tap to pull the plug as it wasn't too likely that I was going to wake up from the coma they were inducing. I woke up Easter Sunday bewildered and panicked in the dark, pulling tubes and IVs out of my body. After a series of no less than 6 procedures, I was allowed to leave the ICU. I've been at a wound care facility for nearly 3 months and have just now taken my first steps. I am certain that I will keep my leg and foot, and someday even walk amongst my friends again, the survivors. I have lost everything except my life, a few surviving family members, and the friends of recent and seemingly ancient times. I am not very good at this, but I'm asking for a lil help to ameliorate the pain and cost of the remaining healing process , now the wounds have closed and I’m trying to schedule skin grafting , buy a wheelchair and stock up on wound care supplies. and then to find a safe place to live and hopefully avoid the reality of homelessness.