Christmas morning, I couldn't help but pinch myself.  Last Christmas, I'd just relearned to breath, my family was stuffed into my hospital nook's anteroom, I weighed 95 lbs and I had a feeding tube coming out of my nose.  I had been in a hospital room that was about 10x12, most of which was taken up by cumbersome, if not large bed and huge amounts of medical equipment.  I was just relearning how to speak, but singing seemed like a distant pipe dream and I'd been on enough controlled pain killers to have some idea of what a pipe dream looked like.

Christmas, 2009, in hospital
If you told me that in a year, I would feel great, spend Christmas in Colorado with my family and have a busy performance schedule, I would smile politely and think to myself, "How stupid does this person think I am?"  Well, ladies and gents, it's happened.  With the love and support of my family, friends, doctors, nurses, teachers and a lot of work, I'm here.  And I feel so blessed.  Thank you for being part of this journey and I look forward to what is yet to come.
Christmas 2010 with Three, me and Y Man