It was March 1st, 2001 when I was released from the hospital to come home, back to my parents’ house. My birthday is July 16th, that means I missed my birthday, “I slept through it”, so when it approached July, there was both a terrible day and a celebratory day. We decided to combine the two days. I wanted to have a big party, to celebrate another year and my survival of that awful event in both my families and my lives. We invited everybody, my old friends, family I hadn’t seen in about twenty year, some of the new friends I met while I was in the hospital and most importantly some of the people who saved my life.
I was a sight, my hair was barely grown back, my nose was broken, I had scars across my face and neck, and, I think the freakiest thing, my one missing incisor. Yup, I was styling for sure. The Survivor/birthday party went great though, and it was really good to see how much support I still had.