The fellow survivors, the fellow voice-hearers, the comrades and collaborators; the mother who never gave up on me, who knew that one day I would come back to her and was willing to wait for me for as long as it took; the doctor who only worked with me for a brief time but who reinforced his belief that recovery was not only possible but inevitable, and during a devastating period of relapse told my terrified family, "Don't give up hope.
Te tjeret si une qe kane mbijetuar, ata zera-degjuesit e tjere, shoket dhe bashkepunuesit; nena qe nuk hoqi dore kurre prej meje, e cila e dinte qe nje dite une do te rikthehesha tek ajo dhe qe do te me priste sado e gjate pritja; doktori qe punoi me mua vetem per pak por qe perforcoi besimin qe permiresimi jo vetem ish i mundur, por i pashmangshem, dhe gjate periudhave te renies sime, i tha familjes sime, "mos u dorezoni.