In a comment on my post about using some of your blognames in my password (there will be others, guys, there will one day be a Saint Frend) Jo said “we’re blogging family!”.
And in a way that’s true. The people who comment here, especially on some of my depression-based posts, are caring and supportive just as a family should be.
Rose is one of the newest family members. She came here in January after getting a pacemaker, searching the internet for medical information but instead finding us. Reading this probably led her to believe that a pacemaker causes nuttiness, a lame sense of humour and an over-preponderance of brackets, but she has stuck with us.
I’ve been in touch with her by email, letting her know how I got through it and dispensing wisdom such as that chicks dig scars (I am basing this on no personal experience whatsoever, but desperately need to believe it ). That’s how I know that this week, just a couple of months after her own operation, her husband has had to get major hip surgery.
Part of the joy of blogging is that you never know who you’ll come into contact with, or where they’ll be from. My readership falls rather oddly into two categories. I don’t seem to get people in other parts of Ireland such as Sligo or Cork – the few Irish people I do get usually turn out by co-incidence either to live nearby or to have been people I used to play sport with, and the rest of you don’t live in Ireland at all.
Rose is from Shreveport in Louisiana. She lives on the other side of the Atlantic, I’ve never met her, but thanks to blogging and the internet she has become my friend, just like the rest of you.
Please leave a comment wishing her well. She’s family now.