You see, my life really started at 34. I was intervened, rehabbed, and finally escaped. On to a better island. But we all pay a price of admission to enter our lives. Mine was waking up to a world that was older.
My parents were old with a variety of serious health concerns that scared me. More than a few close friends were gone. Finally, my own health started lying to me.
Suffice it to say, the last 12 years have been a series of blood labs, procedures, treatments and disappointments. But even a life poorly lived will reward you occasionally. Jan, the rock, the tough love of my life, has stayed and helped and sacrificed everything for us. Pretty damn big deal. You don't meet many people like this in your life and to have one love you, well, is amazing.
There's a good chance that my health will recover. Almost there. This totally blows my mind! Considering my liver doctor told me when I met him in 1999 that I might die someday from this disease. From there to here. Considering a lot of people I admire are gone way too soon. It's not fair that I should get better. But know that this opportunity won't be squandered by me.
What I'm trying to say is Jan and I are moving south in a big way. Back to a wonderful place where her life is. It's time to leave.