Id like to tell everyone here a little bit about Nick8.
I met him at a NYC Meet & Greet (a good reason in itself to come to the next one!) and since then weve been friends. There are a lot of great people here, really! It may be tough to see through all the trolls and weirdos and some people have left, but Ive been fortunate enough to make friends with other members. Nick8 is one of those people.
Ive been trying to write something decent now for a while. It just isnt coming. Chemotherapy tends to screw with my brain for a bit, making it foggy and difficult to concentrate. Yesterday I tried to remember how old I was and couldnt. On the other hand, I dont want to let this opportunity pass. Im sorry if what I write isnt up to standards.
Nick8 and I have become good friends since we met at that Meet & Greet. You may not see it here, as there is weirdness and precautions must be taken, or then again, you might. The fact is, Nick8 is a sweetie. Hes been ridiculously kind to me, goes with me to chemotherapy, takes care of me afterward, and goes with me to consults and doctor appointments. This is no small thing as its time consuming and emotionally difficult. He runs interference with my parents and doctors, takes notes, and helps remind me of what I need to do next. This is real work and he does it for no other reason than he has a good heart. The most I can do is thank him, which I kick myself for not always doing, and urge him to get away to see his family and boyfriend whenever possible so he can forget all my issues for a while.
Its not like everything is tough. We do just hang out and have dinner or watch a movie. During my two good weeks after chemo week, Im pretty functional and can think better so I think Im much better company. I want to be better company-- a better friend -- because he deserves it and thats why Im kicking myself for writing this so badly. Its difficult for me to describe just what hes meant to me without getting all treacly. Im just happy he gets along with my family so well and I do have a lot of family! My parents have, for all practical purposes, adopted him and it wouldnt surprise me if my sister named her next son after him. He even gets along with my dogs to the point that Tweeter doesnt always try to nip him in the heel.
Theres a wonderful saying that some Buddhists have that say our teachers appear when we need them. Nick8 has been a great teacher for me. As a newly out gay man, someone trying to make his life more fulfilling, trying to find love, trying to find happiness, learning what the world is like beyond my rural corner of the world, Ive had a few teachers appear at just the right time. Each provides something different to help me. None have taken on the great responsibility Nick8 has. Ive learned a lot from him and am still learning. Its difficult not to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth when you wonder why someone you havent known long would go to such lengths to help you. I just hope Im worthy of what Im learning and of such a good person. Its my nature to doubt the veracity of good things (and people) who come into my life because its difficult for me to believe theyre true. Im getting better at it, or trying to, at least. As earllogjam once told me, its good to accept love where you find it and so thats what Im doing.
But I couldnt do that without his offer of love to begin with. Thats the remarkable key truth and one I am beyond fortunate to have.