I'm sitting at Starbucks, a grande decaf skim latte burning my tongue, glad for a place beyond my apartment to write and edit. I'm at the surgery section of the book but my eyes keep tearing up as I read what you all wrote me. The well-wishes, prayers and way to go's mean so much that I have to look away to stop myself from crying. It's hard to go back to that place, that hospital room, the pills, the pain, but I see more and more how alone I was not. You were all there with me. The tears I hold back now are those of gratitude that have helped to wash away those of retroactive fear and pain. Thank you. So much. You will never know how much you mean to me.
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