I am incredibly sad; one of our own is gravely ill with sepsis after an operation on her foot. This is compounded by the fact that she is a quadriplegic. But she is young so I'm hoping that her body will pull her through once again.
She hasn't been a blogger that long, but I looked for her witty, sometimes sarcastic but always (once in a while she was a little grumpy) upbeat comments every day. She has had some hard times in the brief period I've been reading her. I learned of this turn-for-the-worse this morning when I got an e-mail from her family. She's not blogging so that's how we get updates on her condition.
This is the part of blogging that I had not considered when I began my journey on the net. I never thought I would care about the people whose lives are lived out on my computer screen; people I've never met. There are many of you, like Tent Pegs (aka Amanda), that I have come to care about. I worry when Dykewife isn't posting; will Creamy Silver get pregnant; what great photo of her dog will Dooce post and what will her monthly letter to her 41 month old daughter contain. I am connected to all of these people and many more. So many people say that the internet is impersonal; well, I beg to differ.
So there is a young woman in a hospital in Calgary, Canada who is gravely ill. She is one of us even though she can't post now. Send energy or whatever you believe in; she will hopefully make good use of all of our good thoughts for her.
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