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It has been one year since the darkest of my days started to end. The only ray of hope was pinned on a doctor you had recommended to me. I am not sure that people can fully grasp how unbelievably bad things were, how bad the pain was, and how many drafts of my “farewell” letter I had written.

One year ago today I remember laying awake thinking that if this appointment with this doctor did not work out I simply would not have what it would take to continue this life. I was depleted and there was nothing left.

One October 13 I had an appointment with the doctor your had recommenced, Dr. Kroop. The doctor put his and on my shoulder and told me “don’t worry we will fix you.” And that he did.

Dr. Kroop spent countless hours battling doctors and my insurance to get me the help that I desperately needed. He was a light house for me to ensure that I would not get lost at sea and eventually brought me to shore by strong arming a surgeon to put a scope in me to find the problem and convinced an insurance company to pay for it to allow for the road to recovery to begin.

One year later things are not perfect. The years of pain and especially the nightmare of 2008 when things were at its worst took a huge toll on me, physically, mentally, and financially. I still struggle to put the pieces of my life back together. But it is a life I really want to put back together and a life I want to live. Everyday I see and feel the difference between now and where a year ago.

I remember that night, going to sleep, knowing that this was my last hope, that my life it was going to be saved or it wasn’t, it would have been one or the other. What most people don’t know and I am embarrassed to admit is what I would have done if that appointment turned out different.

So all my goofy posts and odd sense of humor is proof that my prayer that night was answered. The place that I live in is very nice, the rains came and I am not curled into a ball. I have hope beyond the next doctor’s appointment.

So Lisa, from the bottom of my heart I want to thank you, again, as I have done before and I will always do for many years to come, thanking you for giving me that name and number a year ago that truley changed and saved my life. Wherever I go from here, my friends and family will be told the story and the legend of Lisa Loomis and of what you had done for me, this co-worker of yours, this person you had known for less than a year. This debt I owe you is a debt I can never repay. The best I can do is to pay down the interest by being a good person and helping others as you helped me.

With all the love in my heart, Thank You Lisa
Vincent