I was having a rough end to 2008. My trading was sucking wind, and then just to really keep me grounded, my best friend and my dad died within a few weeks of one another. At the very end of 2008, Danny was diagnosed with "Minimal Change Disease" which is a problem in the kidneys, and as a result he had to spend a week in the hospital. Watching the nurses stab him over and over in order to get blood (and missing the first 6 or 7 times) was bad enough, but afterwards, he was put on steroids for a few months, and it was the absolute worst time of my life. I would always beg Danny to let the "old Danny" come back, because in the beginning ther steroids made him someone I knew he wasn't. The old Danny is back, and I couldn't be happier. No matter what else happens in my life, be it morons suing me or trying to have me arrested or slandering me to anyone that will listen. Whether I'm broke, fat, smelly, or ugly (actually it's all of the above), Danny is the reason that I appreciate my life and never take it for granted.
