Good health is relative. In January of 1986, at age 17, I lay in a hospital bed paralyzed from the neck down. As I slowly recovered from Guillain-Barre Syndrome, through observation of other patients at St. Louis Childrenâ€™s Hospital, I realized I was lucky. I spent four months of my life in the hospital, then a few more months in a wheelchair, a few more with a walker/cane, but by September I was walking on my own.
Today, I am not in as good of shape as Iâ€™d like to be. Iâ€™d like to lose about twenty pounds. But beyond being overweight, I am generally healthy, for which I am thankful.
2) Close Family
Talking with others, I know my family is unusual. We are all speaking with one another, we get along well, and thereâ€™s no one I can think of in my extended family â€“ parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins â€“ who I have to put up a false front to get along with whenever I see them. On the contrary, if asked about each of my relatives, I think I would put a check mark by each one and say that I would rather see them more often, than less often.
I have developed a lot of good friendships over the past fifteen years in the science fiction fan community, as well as through my writerâ€™s group, and at poetry open mics. At my high schoolâ€™s twentieth reunion in September I was reminded that I had for the most part lost all contact with my high school friends. There are some signs that some of those friendships could be reestablished.