Upon my release from the hospital I'm not sure anyone knew what to do with me, I'm an only child, unmarried, who's parents had passed away long ago.
Why I am single seems to come up with some frequency so I'll address it now. I loved my work and never found the right person. I dated a lot and , to be candid, enjoyed myself immensely. Do I wish I had married? I suppose, but I enjoyed the freedom being single brings. I had a singular goal of running a station and was able not only to pursue it and ultimately, albeit briefly, to achieve that goal.
I still couldn't get around and slept 15-20 hours a day. Once a week or so I would have to go to a clinic for various tests, my Aunt took me several times then declared she was done with that. My friends Steve, Craig and Mike came through for me, carting my lard ass around (I had lost 60 pounds so there wasn't that much lard).
I also had to self inject a medication specially mixed at U of M. The medicine cost $7,000 per syringe, the social workers at U of M got the drug company to pay, and my buddy Steve would pick it up and deliver it. Ultimately my Aunt wanted me to leave saying "I want my life back". My friends Jack and Diane(no jokes, please) invited me to stay with them at their spread in Chelsea, Michigan. I never spoke to my Aunt again. She wrote me out of her will and died a year or so later leaving everything to a second cousin and possibly her step children, I'll never know for sure.
When Jack picked me up I was elated. I was able to get around with the use of a walker and every so often Jack would load me on to a golf cart he owned and drive around the 40 acres of forest surrounding their property. Diane cut my hair,I was quite shaggy at this point, and did all the cooking. Diane is an EXCELLENT cook. All that I have described, upon leaving the hospital, took place over a two and a half month period. During the time I was in Chelsea some of my friends just vanished. I'm told by folks who have been through serious illnesses that isn't uncommon. I suppose that's true but it doesn't make me feel any better. I may have spoken to some of you during this period and I appreciate the contact. I was able to "act" normal for brief periods of time. Eventually I went to stay with my cousins in Washington TWP. Thanks to Fred and Bev for the hospitality. After spending a week with my cousins everyone agreed I could stay in my home, I was adamant I could do it.
Finally they dropped me off at home. Then things got grim.