It’s hard to put into words what the last two months have been like. Watching someone you love go through hell, knowing there’s nothing you can do but hope—and then somehow, miraculously, seeing them make it out the other side.
There were moments I genuinely didn’t know if he’d make it. There were nights when the machines kept beeping, the doctors kept giving us worst-case scenarios, and I had to hold my breath every time he drifted off, just praying he’d wake up.
And yet—somehow, against every odd—he did.
A Long Road to Recovery
Anyone who knows ChadO knows he’s not the type to slow down. He’s been a comedian, a writer, and a force of nature for as long as I’ve known him. But even the toughest people don’t walk away from something like this without scars—physical, mental, emotional. Recovery hasn’t been a straight line. There were setbacks, more hospital stays, complications from the surgery, and moments where it felt like we’d never get back to any sense of normal.
He couldn’t perform. He couldn’t write. He couldn’t even sit up without pain. For someone whose entire life has been built around words, laughter, and movement, that kind of stillness felt unbearable.
And yet, through it all, one thing kept him going—the support of the people who believe in him.
The Community That Showed Up
To say we’ve been overwhelmed by kindness is an understatement. The GoFundMe, the messages, the friends who showed up—every single bit of it mattered. It helped keep our heads above water when medical bills started stacking up, when rent was due, when the stress of just surviving felt too heavy to carry alone.
People don’t always realize how brutal a career in comedy and writing can be, especially when life throws something like this at you. There’s no safety net. No sick leave. No disability benefits. His day job let him go because they couldn’t hold the position open for two months. If you’re not working, you’re not earning. That’s why every single donation, every share, every word of encouragement has meant the world.
We will never forget it.
The Return to the Stage
So when ChadO finally stepped back on stage, mic in hand, I don’t think I’ve ever felt prouder. Less than a month ago, we weren’t sure if he’d live, let alone perform again. But there he was, doing what he likes to do.
Was he 100%? No. The road ahead is still long. His body is still heavily recovering, and the bills aren’t done piling up. But that night, none of that mattered. He was back.
For those waiting on his writing, his upcoming projects, RoomMate, and everything else—he hasn’t forgotten. His mind is as twisted and creative as ever, and now he has a hell of a survival story to add to his arsenal. It’s just taken longer than expected because, well… dying wasn’t exactly on the schedule.
Thank You
To everyone who has supported us, who has helped, who has sent love, checked in, and had our backs through all of this—thank you. You have no idea how much it has meant.
And to ChadO—my survivor, my husband, my lunatic of a comedian—I’m so damn proud of you.
