Monday, March 10, 2014

Write What You Know? No!

Journal Entry poem - Thursday July 17th 2008

Obviously I was having a heated debate with God as this poem implies. The last part of this entry, right before I wrote the poem says: My head feels a little 'tight,' but hasn't quite made it to a headache yet! I had oft complained about not having time to write. God was certainly prodding me in an interesting direction with my words. And there I was kicking and screaming all the way.

God
Have You released me to write?
Why don't I listen to my heart?
To You? To Gilles? To Fran?
Rejoice in the time you have, You say?
I know I prayed for more time to write;
But do You really want me to write about
Cancer?
"Write what you know," they say.
But I don't know anything
About the 'C' word;
Button my lip, You softly smile
You will learn soon.
Write. . .write. . .write
Right. . .right. . .right
Bounce along the papyrus

Sunday, March 9, 2014

FAÇADE

Journal Entry poem. Wednesday, July 16th, 2008.

I was frustrated with the nefarious cancer that had silently pervaded my organs and had crept into my life, consuming cells and forcing my existence into a whirlwind of questions and decisions. I think the chemo was wreaking havoc on my brain.  As I read through the journal entry that accompanied this poem, I sensed that God was helping me peel away the façade and making me seek within. Then rise and conquer. . .


Peel away the plastic;
Revealing layers
Protective strata of
Insecurity, apologies, fear, busyness
Misdirected anger; hopelessness.
An inspirational attitude
Undergirds failings .
OUT DARN SPOT!
Make your resting
Nesting place elsewhere
Unwelcome banners waft
In the windless frenzy
Search within. . .
Stinking, sulphuric plastic
Let it burn.
Raw emotion beckons familiarity;                                                                                
I can see clearly now the pain is gone.
God revealed.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.  Isaiah 41:10

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Elusive Slumber

Journal Entry: Tuesday July 15/2008 I was having trouble sleeping.  Kate, my nurse, advised me to take the sleeping pills. I had hesitated. But my whole being begged for slumber. So I partook of the drug and drifted blissfully away. . .




The moon casts a milky glow
The firmament is charcoal
With an intermittent halo of light
The stillness of the land
Boasts no echo nor untoward motion
What should be still is still
What should be silent is silent
All is calm
All is peaceful
Come slumber, peaceful slumber
Watch over me Jesus
Rock me in Your arms of peace
I beg for rest
Goodnight. . .



If you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
                                                                                                                                                        Proverbs 3:24


Friday, March 7, 2014

VANITY

Journal entry: July 14th, 2008 (Feeling sorry for myself but trying to smile through it!)

I look in the mirror
Who looks back at me?
I'm unrecognizable
Who do I see?
I used to complain
About having no style
I wanted to have
A nice, whiter smile.
My hair would be wild
And all over the place
I was unsatisfied
With marks on my face
Now I'd be happy
If I had some hair
Being bald is no fun
There is way too much air. . .on top!


Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised
                                                                                                                                                  Proverbs 31:30

Thursday, March 6, 2014

A Piece of My Heart


I was sorting out some shelves in my bedroom last weekend and came across the journals that I'd penned as I was going through my chemotherapy. After a few deep breaths, I dove in. I was curious trying to recall my emotions at the time. I wrote much and I cannot believe how I poured my heart onto the pages of this little book during that time.

Each night, before I nod off into never-never land I have a little read. I've discovered, as I relived many bittersweet moments of that traumatic time, that much of the emotion that perhaps I couldn't put into declarative strings of words, turned out better as I attempted poetry.

For the next little while, I'm going to post some of the poems I wrote. . .

Sunday, July 13th, I have trouble falling asleep and I relive the chemo treatment three days prior -

In enemy territory I tremble
Too near, I feel the foe approaching.
Poison courses through my veins
And the pain journey commences.
At first it is slow, almost teasing
Then the burning begins
Then desolation.
I sit, motionless willing it to cease.
But the battle rages on.
Insidious in motion
Obvious in effect
Then I hear a trumpet;
Not a brassy pitch; moreso a gentle reminder
Sweet sounds
Jesus is near
Jesus can hear
Jesus is ready for battle
The soul - my soul
Is no longer in jeopardy.
I sleep.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Survivor by Janis Cox (Intro by Yours Truly!)

     Sometimes it's good to talk to others and hear how they dealt with their demons. A writer gem friend of mine contacted me last week and told me about a very special lady. Mary Ann lives in Arizona and she valiantly fought a cancer battle and so far, it seems God wants her around a little longer. After facing the rigours of chemotherapy treatments for uterine cancer, her attitude showed that she was far from being a sister to doom and gloom. 
     Jan, my fellow scribe, told me how she had interviewed this soul sister and how affected she was by her story. Jan wanted to get Mary Ann's story out there so that others might be encouraged. I told Jan I would be happy to let her post her interview on my blog. Anything to help a sista'! 

Before the interview, just a little bit about my friend, Jan: 

     Janis Cox is follower of Jesus – first and foremost. Then she is a wife, mother, grandmother, a sister and friend. She has been married for 42 years to a wonderful, caring and patient husband – they have three grown children who are married; they have six grandchildren.
      She is a writer, watercolour artist and person always involved in doing something. She has her fingers in many pies – but all of them are delicious. A friend once told her that she saw a vision of her – with a whole bunch of coloured balloons and she tried to capture each one of them.
      As a retired public school teacher Jan loved to write poems for her kids. With this background and her artwork she has now published her first illustrated children’s book, Tadeo Turtle.
     Jan runs a group blog Under the Cover of Prayer. And another blog with Kimberley Payne called Family and Faith Matters. She is a member of The Word Guild and Inscribe and now His Imprint. You can find her at her website www.janiscox.com.



An Interview with Mary Ann – a Cancer Survivor.
By Janis Cox
February 25, 2014

What were the circumstances leading you to discover you had uterine cancer?

I had been spotting, but the doctor did not think this unusual. After seeing a different doctor a year later, I was told that any bleeding after menopause should be looked into. I don’t blame the first doctor as I may not have been clear in describing my symptoms. But this is a warning – any woman who has even a tiny drop of blood after menopause – see a doctor.

When the spotting got more frequent, I went back to my doctor. She sent me to a gynecologist, who examined me; then immediately got me in to see an oncologist at the Ironwood Cancer Center, Mesa, AZ, who sent me to St. Joseph's Hospital to meet with a gynecologic oncologist surgeon.

Of course this was a Friday so everything slowed down over the weekend. It was first thought I had cervical cancer stage 2. Then after exploratory surgery they found it was uterine cancer stage 2. I finally had a complete hysterectomy and the cancer had spread to one lymph node which changed to uterine cancer stage 3c. Later a PET scan found there was activity around my stomach. That finding changed the diagnosis to uterine cancer stage 4. Our son wondered how that cancer got from cervical cancer stage 2 to uterine cancer stage 4.

God gave me a peace through this whole process. Everything happened so fast. I didn't have to make any decisions. God was in control.

2   Can you tell me what your initial reaction was? Your husband’s? Your family’s?

Besides God's Word, God put books about a glimpse of heaven in my path long before my diagnoses. I read His Word of course. Two other books I read were Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo, a story about a little boy’s trip to heaven and back, and To Heaven and Back by Mary C. Neal, a doctor’s extraordinary account of her death and life again. The week before going to my doctor I found the third book, 90 Minutes in Heaven, at an estate sale. I read it after surgery and thought if the author could go through what he went through, this will be a piece of cake. His words taught me so much about being on the receiving end of people who care. So with what the Bible tells us about heaven and the accounts of several who have experienced it, I know it is for real for those who believe. And God has given me peace.

I had peace with the thought that I might be going home to see the loved ones who have gone before me.

I am 73 years old and have been married for 49 years. My father was 73 years old and had been married for 49 years when he died of cancer. My mom never got to celebrate their 50th anniversary. I prayed that my husband and I could celebrate our 50th together before He took me home.

I called my husband from the gynecologist’s to come and get me when I went to the first appointment. I’m sure he panicked not knowing what was wrong until he got there. He said he couldn't put his shoes on fast enough. Once he heard the diagnosis, he took over. He said that at first he felt fear overwhelm him, but the calmness God gave me put him at ease.

Our son wanted to make sure I was in good hands. He wanted to know all the details and suggested I come back to his state for treatment.

Our daughter had questions – lots of questions that she wanted me to ask the doctor. The doctor said she would be glad to talk to her. I called my daughter and let her ask the questions. I think the call helped. My daughter’s relationship with God helped her walk with me through prayers and lots of phone calls.

Our senior pastor came and prayed with us. Even a nurse in the hospital prayed with me. I knew Jesus was with me the entire time.

3    What Scriptures did you lean on throughout the procedures you needed to go through?

A little book, Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young, gave me peace through all of this. The words were like God talking to me personally each day.

The main message I received when reading this book was to focus on Christ. These words went through my head: Trust in Me; focus on Me; communicate with Me both listening and speaking; I will keep my promise and will always be with you; I will give you peace; focus, focus on Me.

Jesus has been with me every step of this journey. In Bible study I had attended it was said when we have a mountain before us, God can take it away, give us an easy way around it, or be with us all the way over it.

4    What else helped you to keep peaceful through all this?

I guess watching God at work kept me at peace from the beginning of my diagnosis and through the treatment. When the doctors did a PET scan they found activity on my stomach. After four sessions of chemo I had another scan and the PET scan was clear.

My friend Louise started a Caring Bridge site for me. The Caring Bridge (www.caringbridge.org) allows protected websites for connecting people to share your prayer needs and other concerns. I can't thank her enough. It was a way to let friends and family know with one message what I needed prayer for and how I was doing. The words of encouragement meant so much to me. I could never have imagined there were so many people who cared and prayed for me.

My cousin Kathy came while I was in the hospital and was company and support for [my husband, Jake, as he drove back and forth and was a great support when I got home.  My brother and his friend visited while I was in the hospital and came back after I got home. My sister came for a week to help. My cousin Joan came for a month for encouragement. My sister and cousin Kathy came back at the end of treatment with a lot of great tips on eating to prevent cancer.

Friends, family and acquaintances told me stories of hope and encouragement with lots of stories of recoveries. People sent cards of encouragement, flowers, books on how to eat healthy, and a beautiful blanket which had words embroidered, "The Lord did not promise that life would be easy, but He did promise to go with you every step."

I also received a prayer shawI. I took that shawl to every chemo treatment. I knew that the woman who had made it had prayed over every stitch, taken it to the altar at her church and prayed for me there, too. What a blessing. I felt those prayers. I also was given a pocket cross with the story of how Jesus died for me. It also went to every chemo session.

The cancer center blessed me with hats and a wig. I have quite a collection of hats from my loving caring friends.

But....most of all God gave me a supportive, loving husband whom I could count on to be there for me.

5    Can you tell me if there was any growth in your Spirit during this time? And if so, explain how you have changed

I learned to trust God and that He holds my future no matter what any doctor says.
I learned that as I backed out of commitments there were others to step in to take over. Letting go of those commitments showed me there is time for the Lord and people.

     There must have been highs and lows – can you explain any of them – how you felt and how you were able to adjust to the circumstances?
 
I had unexplainable peace through most of this journey. My low point was two weeks after my first chemo. It was Halloween. I looked in the mirror. My face was covered with a rash but I still had my hair. I got in the shower and was washing my hair... my hair was in my hands and my hands were not on my head. I felt emotions bubbling up. As I sat on a chair later with tears rolling down my cheeks, I took out my book, Jesus Calling. I was a day behind in my reading. Tuesday October 30th, said, "I am with you, I am with you, I am with you." 

I went to my computer to write something funny on Caring Bridge, like Happy Halloween. Instead I stopped to check my email first. There was an email from Pastor Donavan suggesting I listen to "All Sons & Daughters". I had a good cry with Jesus to some beautiful Christian music. The words from one of the songs were, "God made me beautiful." It was just what I needed. I finished my meltdown with a good friend, Louise.

During my first chemo session I had a bad reaction to Taxol, the chemo drug the doctors used. I was warned ahead of time of the possible reactions and what doctors could do to reverse them. I had a heavy pressure on my chest and neck that went down my back. It kept getting, worse and I guess my face was the reddest red. It took 20 minutes to reverse these effects. The doctor came out and asked if I wanted to try again and warned me that I might end up in the hospital. I said okay and they started me again on the Taxol. I had the same reaction. That meant, no more Taxol for me.

Then they gave me Carboplatin and I had a different reaction. I got cold and couldn't stop shaking. The medical staff had not seen that reaction to Carboplatin before. The nurse gave me Benadryl and a warm pack on my stomach that helped me to stop shaking. They continued the chemo and this time I was able to tolerate it.

I told my nurse that God had prepared me for this, that morning in Jesus Calling. "When the road before you looks rocky, you can trust Me to get you through that rough patch. My Presence enables you to face each day with confidence."  And in the previous paragraph, "Before you know it, the ‘obstacle’ will be behind you and you will hardly know how you passed through it." That is exactly how I felt after my treatment was behind me. My nurse said why didn't you tell me you had a talk with God? Then I would have been prepared too.

Several hours after my 5th treatment I had an experience similar to what I had had with the Taxol but not as strong. The doctor said that after each treatment my system did not fully recover so by the 5th treatment there was more chance of a reaction. I had a PET scan after my 5th treatment and the result was clear and I did not want to have the 6th treatment even though the doctors advised it. My fear grew. Several friends prayed God would take the fear away and He did. I was given some extra Benadryl before that treatment and I didn't have the reaction I had had with the 5th treatment.
 
I adjusted to it all by focusing each day on Jesus and knowing that He had given me that day. I let Him take care of the mountains.

A blanket that my friend gave me says it well:


“God doesn’t say life would be easy but He says He will be with you every step of the way.”




Thank you to Jan for sharing Mary Ann's story and to Mary Ann for sharing her heart. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

My Mother and the Gym Saved My Life

Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own? For you have been bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20


The last time I went to the gym was sometime in 2008. That's the year that I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. That's the year that my life was taken and shaken upside down.

It's now 2014 and today - yes this very day, I have returned from the gym after signing up again. It's been a long time since I pressed a few or spent any length of time on a tread mill. But I am once again bound and determined to get back into some kind of reasonable shape for my years. And the great thing is, I am not doing this alone. My happy hubby is daring to take the plunge, too, so with a measure of perseverance we might at best lose a couple of pounds, build up a little muscle or at least have a few laughs.

Seriously, though, I have missed going to the gym and the more I think about it, the more I need to stop making excuses. I mean going to the gym 5 years ago probably saved my life. I had lost 23 lbs all told and it was shortly after that that I felt something peculiar in my abdomen. At first I didn't think much of it but I was later to learn that that peculiar grapefruit-sized growth was a tumour and there was another one equally large in the other side in my abdomen. So putting it mildly, going to the gym probably had a lot to do with me being diagnosed in an earlier stage of ovarian cancer. Late stage ovarian cancer is over 72% fatal. But if found in an earlier stage there is a 90% chance that it can be eradicated.

So thank goodness I lost weight and at least that one tumour was palpable. My drop in pounds also had a lot to do with me running around like that proverbial headless chicken as I cared for my momduring her stroke and her multitude of other illnesses and health challenges before she went to be with Jesus. Opting to run up and down the stairs at the hospital instead of taking the elevator helped me to lose weight over a period of many months.

"You are going to make yourself sick," Mom would say.

She would concern herself that I was doing too much. Little did she know that by letting me care for her and as I ran around doing this, that and the other for her, she actually had a hand in saving my life. She would like that. I truly believe that if I hadn't lost those 23 pounds then I would not have felt that growth in my abdomen 9 months later that took me to the doctor's five and a half years ago.

I am actually looking forward to donning my [non-tight shorts and non-midriff-showing tank top] - having some together time with my dearly beloved, and seeing what transpires as I perspire.

As I do, though, I will think of Mom and remember how being dedicated and faithful about going to the gym years ago benefited me in so many ways. I can't use the steroids and chemo excuse any more. I packed the pounds on because of that, initially, after my cancer treatments, but they stayed on because I kept putting off the inevitable.

So we did it. We took the plunge. My grinning groom and I have our keys and our motivation. Can't wait for tomorrow morning. They say the first step is the hardest - or is that the first cut is the deepest or the first mile is the longest? Hmm...whatever it is, better start taking care of this 'temple' a little bit better.


 “We can do anything we want to do if we stick to it long enough.” ~ Helen Keller

   

Saturday, November 2, 2013

More Thoughts from the Cancer Clinic - Deb

 Journal Entry: October 31st, 2013

     On my way, again, to the cancer clinic. Second time in 2 weeks. As usual, the waiting has been the worst. God blessed me with a wonderful peace for the past week, though. But, as the reality of how the scales are destined to tip one way or the other, a little knot forms. My stomach churns unduly. All the way to London I have been rehashing my life; the what ifs; those who give meaning to my life. I decide to make a phone call. No answer. I cry a little. I needed to hear that voice but I understand the busyness of life.

     Then I turn the volume up on the CD Dianne lent me a while ago
 - Whom Have I But You by David Ruis plays.

...When the deep is calling,
And the waterfall's my home.
When I'm all but drowning
And I'm treading on my own. 
I cry a silent prayer that comes out of me. 
It's a mystery...come wash over me [Lord], wash over me...

      At the clinic Halloween is obvious. A devil, a witch, a princess, a 9-5 Queen (she calls herself), Bat woman and others - the staff; characters parading supposedly cheering up the cancer patients and their supporters, perhaps? I wonder why the pretty nurse has to have red horns and a tail. To me, a more apt costume for her is one consisting of a halo.

     My pager is number 9. That's a good sign. I grasp at straws. Birthdate - April 9th. Sounds like a good reason to be hopeful. I stand at clinic 2 waiting my turn. A thin lady in front of me fumbles for her papers. She catches my eye. We exchange smiles and then she apologizes. I offer to hold her coffee then she tells me she is in a great deal of pain. I see she is probably about my age. My minuscule pain is naught compared to what she seems to be dealing with today. I miss my turn three times at the next wicket as I continue chatting. Eventually, though, it's my turn. I register and the 9-5 Queen tells me to proceed to the computer terminal and fill out the progress report. My foolish brain focusses on the word -terminal and I decide the cancer clinic should opt for a new noun.

     The lady from the line up sits next to me. She says her name is Deb. Deb begins to bare her soul. She tells me about her newly diagnosed bowel cancer; how her doctor ignored her 'hunch' suggesting she was just being paranoid because she was already a four year lung cancer survivor. Now the cancer has metastasised to her liver. Deb tells me she weighs 86 pounds. She stops talking. I try to find something comforting to say. I talk to her about hope and then I suggest God only calls us when it is our time and that He is in control. She said she knows she is dying. We both sit quietly for a moment, reflecting.

     "Yes. God knows what He is doing," Deb finally utters.

     I leave it at that wishing I had some profound, perfect, prophetic words. I come up dry. Just a hand on hers. I wanted to give her hope and encouragement. Instead my bumbling words fall out as orders.  I tell her she should tell her elderly mother and her children about her cancer.

     How dare I? I reprimand myself for meddling but she doesn't seem offended with my words. She agrees she will soon, but she wants to sell her home first. I panicked in my soul wondering what it might be like for her to die alone. I give her my business card.

     Then Deb's pager - number 60 - goes off and just like that she flies away to learn her fate...

     I settle back into my solitude and look around. It's a stupid game I play. Guess who the cancer patient is. The ladies with head wraps and the men with bald heads are easy to pick out. My answer comes when a pager buzzes. The nurses always speak to the patient first.

     The gentle spirited Mennonite lady and I make eye contact. We chat for a few moments. I discover her appointment is 10:30. I stop grumbling. Mine is 11am. It is 12:05.

     Her pager beckons. We graciously nod at each other. I wish her the best. She reciprocates.

     I sit. A lady nearby jumps up as her pager buzzes. I play another game - elimination. The pagers have been buzzing around me, so by my calculation, I should be next. Wishful thinking. I am wrong.

     Gilles arrives. We chat for a while.

     1pm. Number 9 pager finally buzzes...

     Dr. S enters with a student. He apologizes for the long wait today. He wears a smile; a sincere smile. My stomach settles.

     The CT scan report reads: No abnormal abdominal or pelvic masses are evident. No abnormal fluid collections are present. There is a parenchymal cyst in the left lower lobe [lung] unchanged from previous; kidneys appear normal except for small renal [kidney] cortical cysts.

     Gilles and I both have tears. I suppress the urge to fall on my knees and thank Jesus but I do it in my heart anyway, as Dr. S chatters on about the results.

     Six months - my next appointment. I am a little saddened because I thought this would be my five year Adiós month, but I understand and am grateful they are keeping an eye.

     We depart the clinic with a spring in our step. Then I remember Deb...
 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Thoughts From the Waiting Room

(Yesterday's Journal Entry- Tuesday, October 22nd, 2013)

 
     POW! BIFF! WHAM!  That's the sound of me kicking and screaming as I head out this morning on that all too familiar journey.

Destination: Walkerton Hospital.
Purpose: CAT scan.
   
     Thursday's visit to the cancer clinic in London ended with a visit to the lab for blood work and plans for a CAT scan appointment. An area in my right abdomen is a bit of a concern so my oncologist is investigating.

Last time I visited the Walkerton Hospital was 2008. 'Twas then the diagnosis of ovarian cancer was confirmed. Not letting my head go there again. I suppose the irony behind all this is that October 2013 marks my five year jumping off point in the cancer world.

     Recently I spoke to a group of very welcoming women at a local church on the topic of hope. I prayed that God would bless me with words that day that would encourage anyone experiencing that spiralling out of control feeling. God never said in His word that when we signed on as believers there would be smooth sailing. What He did promise was that He would be with us always and that by fully trusting in Him we would find strength. In Christ there is hope...

     So, it's time to practise what I preach. I've just tossed back two huge Styrofoam vases filled with the 'special' pre CAT scan liquid and await being engulfed by the great technological monster, complete with smiley faces which light up showing me when to hold my breath and when to breathe. I don't want my joy to be stolen so I remember what I said about hope. I smile and feel strengthened.

     As I look around the waiting room I see a soul in agony. The IV port peeks under her jacket and her grimace indicates that pain is monopolizing her peace. A woman about my age looking so much more worse off than I feel. I am grateful that she gets called in before me. I look fine. She doesn't. She needs to be tended to first.

     A handsome young man in a black and white Roots jacket looks preoccupied - head resting against the bleak, beige wall. Concerned about a loved one, perhaps? A wife? A mother? A child?

     Everyone has a story. Sometimes we feel alone as our tale unfolds. But today - although I am alone in the waiting room, I am far from feeling alone on my journey. God has covered me with the balm of Holy Spirit; the love of Christ and His reassurance. 

     "Be strong and of good courage," He whispers. "Do not fear nor be afraid...for the LORD your God, He is the One who goes with you." I cherish His promises.

     The technician comes to collect her next customer.


  

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Sick of Me

     Mrs. B Has Cancer - my children's fiction chapter book - is out. Woohoo! I'm rocking pleased about that and am so thrilled with the response. I got the books from my printer a little while back and sold 50 of them in a matter of two, maybe three days. Facebook can be a beautiful thing! I have some of the nicest friends. I've also been invited to speak about my book, my life as a cancer survivor and a writer. People are actually interested in what I have to say - who knew?

 Pretty soon the official release for my book will take place and then hopefully the sales graph will continue to head in the right direction. I am happy for that and I am thrilled that there are children and others who are buying and actually reading my book. That rates high on my 'like meter.'

     But one thing I cannot 100% get my head around yet is the
emotional part of marketing. I actually don't mind the process of marketing really and finding ways to get the word out about my new book. I have lots of great ideas - some maybe a little far-fetched. But for some strange reason every time I go into an establishment to promote my book, send a note to a newspaper for a press release, or drop in at local schools, I always do so with a measure of guilt. Perhaps guilt isn't the best way to describe it, but I will say I really don't like not being humble about what I do - marketing is so not about being humble.

   Even now when I start talking about me being humble I feel like I am not being very humble when I do that. I guess I wonder if people get sick of me and hearing about my accomplishments, my writing, my books. But every conference I attend, every book I read on promotion, every experienced writer I speak to will say the same - 'you've got to get yourself out there' if you want to sell your books and get branded.

     I keep wondering what God wants me to do. I keep reminding myself to be patient because all good things come to those who wait. I keep thinking that if God wanted me to sell books or get speaking/writing gigs then He would make the divine appointments and arrangements...wouldn't He?

     I guess marketing for me is a bit of a love/hate relationship. I've been plugging my latest book for a while now and so far I am yet to be rejected. No one yet has looked me square in the eye and said, "No' I am not in the least bit interested in reading your story!" Maybe I fear rejection the most.
     Being a writer can be a bit of a lonely profession but luckily I am cut out for that and really do enjoy long hours slogging it out with words and heart stuff that causes me to bleed onto paper. Over this next while I hope to take my writing career to a new level [talk less and do more] but the scary part of that is that it involves more than writing.

     Maybe if my book sales are through the roof then I can hire myself a full time publicity/marketing manager and then I can get back to doing what I do/like best. One can dream.

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Draw Prize, Refreshments…Mmmm






*$1.00 from the sale of each book goes to Ovarian Cancer Canada