Kuala Lampur, Feb. 18 -- One lie I tell often is that I do not have regrets.

Like anyone, I have many. Sequestered into the corners of my psyche, sometimes mixing themselves in as discordant notes in the daily songs of my days.

What I wish I could do is thank every single person who has helped me, whether with words, actions, donations or even irritating me enough to make them column fodder.

I would like time to stand still so I can have more moments and less shame in telling everyone who has gifted me their kindness, resources or their ability to annoy, how I am truly grateful and that I will always struggle with feeling that it is undeserved.

All the doctors, nurses, support staff at all the hospitals I attended, whether Assunta, Un...