A year ago today my appendix decided to self-destruct, and made a pretty darned good attempt to take me with it. It's easy to look back with the separation of time, but the weeks in the hospital and multiple infections and surgeries that followed pushed me to a place both physically and mentally that I never expected to find myself, without hope and without the strength or will to keep at it. The resilience of the body, but also how long it takes to heal are really something to marvel at. I promised myself I'd hold on to the perspective I gained from the experience, and not to take my days for granted, but with time and distance it's hard not to grow complacent. So today I sit and reflect. I still remember the kind words and support we received from friends, family and strangers, and so many of you on here, so for that I thank you and I won't say anything trite like "stop and smell the flowers" (...but maybe do it anyway).