It's weird. Today, I don't know where to start.
"It's great to read that everything's going so well.""You look fantastic.""It's incredible that you're cured."
"Man, you look dreadful.""I see you can't walk straight, or can barely sit yourself down.""You've got jowls like a prize bulldog.""You're going to have to get a forklift for that stomach."(Well, a couple of my friends might, but that's OK. We go back a long way.)
"And you don't go out much, so most people don't see you. You write on the blog that we're out walking, and the picture is we're strolling along like... normal people, doing normal things. But if you weren't holding my arm, you'd have fallen over a dozen times by now."
That's all too true.