The Song

My roommate's blog is five years old today. This is quite an accomplishment! He has been committed to this blog longer than a lot of people commit to higher education or marriage. His blog continues to impress me for both the quality of its information and for his narrative voice. I believe both are important.

Blogs serve different purposes. Some are for entertainment. Some are for the promotion of work. Others are for documenting the goings-on of the life and mind of the writer (as it is in my case).

My roommate blog is a testament to what it is like to live with an incurable, chronic illness. In that way, it serves many purposes. Sometimes he talks about articles related to his illness. Some articles are very scientific. Others are about people living with the illness. Sadly, many are about the stigma of it.

Sometimes his posts are more personal. He talks about his pain, his fear. He talks about how illness goes hand in hand with poverty, isolation, hopelessness.The good days are discussed as well. When one is ill and very tired, every victory is a big victory. Every solution found to a problem should be documented and celebrated.

Always, always, his blog, to me, is a song. It is a song sung out into the void. I am here. I am here. I am learning. I am thinking. I am feeling. I am scared. I have conquered that fear. I am lonely. I am growing. I struggle. I learn. I fail. I get back up. I bleed. I laugh. I am here. I am here. I am here.

I think this song is important. I think this blog is important. I am glad it continues. I hope in five years, we will be celebrating its tenth birthday.