It’s been some time since we last spoke, hasn’t it? That’s entirely on me. Lately, I’ve tried to write but I just couldn’t find my writing voice and didn’t know how to reintroduce myself. Today, I figured, I’ll just write. Be it good or bad, by damned, I’ll grant myself no more excuses.
Turns out, this isn’t all you should know about why I haven’t written in so long. It goes deeper and I’ll explain that shortly, but first the important topic… namely, Ryan.
The positive news is that Ryan continues to thrive… physically. Together, we work hard to keep his body strong and healthy. He hasn’t missed a single day of his therapies. He has been quite healthy too. Aside from a week-long episode of diarrhea (which I never figured out the cause) in the early summer, he has been free of illness. There were no hospitalizations. Heck, the only concern was a potential respiratory infection that was possibly starting to brew that was nipped in the bud before it could catch hold.
Mentally, however, hasn’t been as we hoped. Frankly, there’s been no observable improvement in his cognitive awareness for, well, perhaps years. Still, I don’t allow this to deter me. We work as hard exercising his mind and we do his body.
What’s more, I see to it that he is always comfortable and engaged. We spend a great deal of time — three or four days a week — at our cabin in the mountains of West Virginia.
Whenever possible he’s outside in the sun, breathing and smelling the purest air I know. We never miss an opportunity to drive down to the river or sit by the pond to relax and listen to nature.
Now for myself. My physical well-being got away from me and it needed my attention. The challenge was that it could only happen when I could step away from Ryan. I’m not going to get deep into it, but let me just tell you that when a doctor gives odds of survival over a specific length-of-time it grabs one’s attention pretty damned fast.
Such was the case with me.
It’s all going well for me now. My latest set of blood work was perfect and I truly believe I dodged a bullet that was of my own aiming. There’s just no denying that it came down to living an awful lifestyle since Ryan’s attack (now over eight years ago). Mine was an existence of extreme and unrelenting stress, little and poor sleep, poor diet, and a lack of physical fitness. There was little I could do about resolving the stress and sleep, but diet and exercise were available for improvement.
I’ll spare the details and just let you know that I lost all the weight (45 – 50 lbs.) that I slowly packed on. I have my muscles taut and tone again. Well, that is, to the extent a guy over fifty years old can. I might not have 6-pack abs and need to accept that a 2-pack is the best that I can hope, but it’s sure as hell better than a keg. Anyhow, except for the new (and deeper) wrinkles, I’m in shape again. It might sound like I’m bragging — and, truth be told, perhaps I am — but I’m proud of myself.
It’s important to me that you know how sincerely grateful I am that you continue to keep Ryan relevant, even though I was absent for so long. Amazingly, so many continued to provide for Ryan when it was necessary for me to step away without so much as a decent warning. I simply cannot express in words how helpful it is when critical supplies are ordered from Ryan’s Wish List on Amazon or when he receives a financial gift. Without your help, Ryan would never have the comfort and care he enjoys.
Thank you for helping him! I’m looking forward to reading to Ryan the comments you write at the bottom of this page… just like I use to do. Finally, if you are active on social media (i.e., Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc.), I’m asking you to please share today’s post as a way to spread the word that RyansRally.org is active again and welcomes back the tens-of-thousands of dedicated earlier readers.