When you run a blog for as long as I ran newyorkmetsreport.com, you have a responsibility to your readers. It is a responsibility, which quite frankly I failed miserably this year.
For this, I can’t apologize enough for my absence. It is something I never wanted, especially with how much I looked forward to this season.
As many of you know, I was hospitalized in mid-March after a serious accident in my home. What you don’t know is I remained there until about two weeks ago.
I went in with a compound fracture of my left arm and fractured shoulder and left five months later in a wheelchair.
I am finally home, but unable to walk and currently undergoing extensive physical therapy. I need people to help me cook and clean, and bathe me. The doctors don’t know when, or if, I will walk again and the prospect of spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair is daunting and frightening.
By comparison, Matt Harvey’s whining about pitching again this season – thank goodness that’s over – doesn’t register on my radar.
I always thought the feelings in my legs would return shortly and I would pick things up again. But,
it never happened, so I spent the last five months in two hospitals and two rehab facilities. During this time I underwent three surgeries and three other medical procedures, including an emergency surgery to remove a gangrenous gallbladder the first week of July.
I barely remember July, but I am sure the hospital bills will remind me.
As you can see, the blog is a ghost town, something I never wanted. A friend of mine recently chewed out my butt saying I should have at least been in touch to tell people what was going on.
Even so, between the pain, pills and depression, I fell into a dark hole and didn’t feel like talking. Many days were spent with Bonanza and NCIS reruns. Some friends said it would be good therapy to start writing the blog again. I tried several times, but it was a reminder of what I lost and what I faced.
My head was not on straight. Writing was a good idea, but something I had to accept on my own. I still followed the team, but that wasn’t enough. My heart wasn’t there and I couldn’t have somebody write for me.
Coming home jumpstarted me. I am at grips with the idea that while my legs don’t work, my mind and typing hands do. So is my heart. I am a writer. Writing is what I do. It is one way for me to get part of my life back.
I want to salvage what is left of this season and attempt to resurrect the blog. I realize it will take a long time to regain your trust and confidence.
I hope you give me that chance.
NOTE: I will have another post up within the half-hour.