Finnegans A'Wake

Thunderin' jaysus! Do you thunk I'm dead?

Ahhh, but I did a good Finnegan impression getting ready for dead. A bit of leukemia, a good dose of transplant rejection, a body pumped full of medication, recurrent and nagging complications, and somewhere along the way I just wrapped myself up in a sheet for the wake. 
I didn't  know it was happening, I didn't see it happening, but finally I got lucky and somebody spilled the whiskey on me.
This is a cautionary tale -- the story of the before, the during and the after (on-going) -- that may do someone somewhere some good.