You don't know Kevin, and that's okay. Kevin probably doesn't want to know you anyway. I'm not saying that he's a shut in, because that's hardly the case. Kevin is a musician. He's a rabid sports fan. A dedicated father to his son, and the kind of guy that wouldn't ask for help if his life depended on it. Basically, if he knew that I'm trying to get complete strangers to help him out right now, he'd probably track me down and kick my ass.
You see, Kevin likes to keep things close to home. That's why, when his tooth started hurting him, we heard litte other than a snarky facbook comment about how much it f*#king hurt and, well, that was about it. Mostly, he talked about his Mariners or Seahawks, or about how much love he had for his family and friends and most of all, his adoration of his son Silas, who will turn 8 this March.
Fast forward to today, and sadly, that sore tooth became an infection. An infection that spread down his neck and through his chest, around his heart and lungs sending him to the emergency room where he has been in critical condition.
As of last word, Kevin has had over seven operations to remove the infection and while things are finally beginning to look up for him in terms of his survival of this ordeal, he is far from out of the woods.
He will be looking cosmetic surgery to repair soft tissue damage and many months if not years of therapy to return to normal life and will most likely spent the first year of recovery in a nursing home.