At the time I really didn't understand why they were throwing me such a large party. I was only going to be going away for 6-9 weeks. Surely this seemed like a long time to me, but it wasn't going to be forever. Yet, in retrospect, I know now that my parents and those taking care of me were afraid asthma was going to take my life. They were making a gallant effort to show how much everyone cared.
And surely they never stopped the effort, as nearly every person who showed up at this party sent me letters while I was on 7-Goodman. Between all of them, I think I received over a hundred letters in the first three months at the asthma hospital. It was great back then because it was nice to receive a letter or package every day. It's also nice now as I'm trying to tell my story, because these letters helps me remember what I was doing back then, and what was happening the rest of the world outside the asthma center.