Two years ago I was drowning.
Two years ago I was lost.
Two years ago, I had no idea if the loneliness would ever subside.
Writing has always been therapeutic for me. I used to write poetry to circumvent my teenage angst. After Elise was diagnosed, all that angst came back. Times 10. To the power of infinity. My head was going to explode if I didn't do something.
So I took a deep breath and started Death of a Pancreas. Oh sure, I had another blog, but it didn't seem to be the place for all the emotional vomiting I was going to do.
As well as a place to vent, I really wanted my blog to be a place where people in the same situation could come and see they weren't alone. Maybe to learn a few things. I wanted to share my vast two-months worth of wisdom with the world-wide-web-information-super-highway.
Instead, I was the one who was helped. I found others that had blazed this trail before me. I found encouragement. Understanding. Empathy. Friends... no, make that family. I found "same".
So on this two year blogaversary, I want to say thank you to everyone who reads my posts. Everyone who leaves comments. Everyone who has made this crazy journey a little more bearable.
And thank you, blog, for being the place where I can leave all my crazy and you never judge.
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