My New Journey

So this is where I get off… to embark on a journey that will be difficult yet exhilarating.  I am so excited about sharing my news about having hired an editor to help me with the next chapter – the preparation for publication.  

So although I will be seizing to post every Tuesday (there is much much more you haven’t seen), I will keep you abreast of the developments in the coming months with respect to the editing of my manuscript (like if I start pulling out my hair!)  In order to put all my attention in preparing the final copy, I hope to have your support throughout this important process. 

There are so many aspects to publishing a work.  Setting aside the writing, there is a cover to think about, the right title, where to publish it, how to promote it, etc…

For newcomers and for those who are not up to date, please take this opportunity to head back to December 2015 to begin reading the journey of my cancer diagnosis, treatment, and recovery, and what I have learned about myself and my life.  Feel free to post comments and start conversations, and I will be happy to join in.

Profoundly appreciative of my followers and readers, I promise to provide an inspiring, well-written story of my experience, with the aspiration that it will send chills of hope to each of you. 

Thank you again.

With love,



Like Nothing

When the nurse would try to prick my arm, it was usually difficult.  This particular time, when Howard was with me, he and I chatted casually as the nurse attempted six times to find a vein.  She finally connected me to my lifeline, and left me with all those taped cotton balls devouring my forearms.

“What a champ!”

“When you’re doing chemo, it seems your veins don’t want to be found.”  Would you blame them?  Chemotherapy hardens the veins, so they become smaller, and are hard to pinpoint, even with a needle.

Howard smiled at the downplay.

Though I seemed brave, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  There was some pain as the nurse searched for a vein that didn’t give her trouble, so it distracted me from my conversation with Howard.  Even today, when I receive my B12 injections, and the nurse asks me if I’m alright, I let her know, “You never get used to it.”

“It was very nice of you to come today.  I’ll never forget it.”


Stay tuned for an important message next week.  Hope you’ve been connecting in some small way with the story of how I got through cancer…

Be well,