Friday, 24 October 2014

A Must Read Review...


  
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality”
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Midge Rylander

 
This book is the journal and letters that the author’s 57-year-old mother, Midge Rylander kept in the last few months of her life.
She died of cancer, caused by exposure to asbestos, simply from washing her husband’s work clothes.  A story of courage and determination and an unsurmountable will to live.

I found strong parallels between my own life and this brave lady.  Both of us strong, independent women, who find it impossible to slow down and take life easy, even though we are fully aware it would be better for us.
I discovered a similar sense of humour too, and the unshakeable belief that will power alone could make the cancer recede, as she knows other people have done it.

She decided to keep the diary to help others, as her condition was so rare, no helpful information was available. Her bravery and determination to fight for as long as possible, and to manage all the “how’s and when’s” is very inspiring. This woman had fought long and hard all her life, nothing had ever come easy, and so when she declines the chemotherapy, she does so in the knowledge it may well be her last battle.

One question… It would seem from this book that people in this position need to talk to people… not medical people, but those who really know what is going on.  Something that should be encouraged, maybe?

This story reinforces what I strive to remember each and every day.
That every day is a blessing, and a gift. We should make it the best we can, as Rachele Baker’s mother so obviously did.


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About the author


Rachele Baker, DVM, Author, ‘Eighteen Months to Live’

Dr. Rachele Baker is a veterinarian and writer living in California. She has been a veterinarian for over thirteen years. Dr. Baker is currently in the process of writing a series of short books about medical problems in dogs and cats entitled My Virtual Veterinarian. For more details about Dr. Baker's works in progress, please visit her website http://rachelebaker.com





Friday, 17 October 2014

My first guest post!





Guest Blog: Me, Myself and Jaye by author Anita Dawes


The other day my sister-in-law, Jaye came into the front room where I was curled up on the couch, reading a book and asked for a fresh up-to-date bio about myself, something she knows I hate to do.
I have written several books and most of these Jaye has helped to publish on line. These days I prefer to read, telling myself it’s a kind of research, after not picking up my pencil for some time.

The idea for a book is the most important thing, but first you have to find it, and then write it down. Jaye doesn’t entirely agree with my methods and sometimes I think she might be right. I do spend too much time in other people’s books and I am eternally grateful to one sweet old lady who came to my school and taught me how to read. Spelling is something that still eludes me, and I thank God for Jaye, as she’s the only one who can read my scribble.

Jaye says ideas come easy for me and she’s right, they do.  I don’t mean to sound big-headed, because the thing that doesn’t come so easily, is putting pencil to paper then handing it over to her for checking, spelling and all the things I have trouble with. For in a way, I hate the fact that my notes are so hard to read and the spelling is atrocious. So much so, that if anyone else were to see my scribble, I think I would die of shame.

I have realised lately that reading all these books, and going for long walks is an excuse. I’m just lazy, the ideas might come easy but putting them down is too much like schoolwork, something I’m still allergic to.

Again, Jaye gives me that look. She knows all about my excuses, and I hate it when she’s right. I have just written a short story and have an idea for another, a spooky one this time.
Oh no, she’s back again, asking for a two-page funny post for Halloween, and have I finished the updated bio yet?

There’s nothing for it, I will have to sharpen all my pencils, put down the books and put more of my ideas down on paper.
Well, I have to do something to stop her begging.





Book Blurb
When you think about being in a coma, you would imagine that nothing much happens. Peaceful, perhaps, a bit boring? Maybe.
But who knew that being in a coma would be such a traumatic, sometimes violent experience?
When Maggie is mown down by a dirty blue car outside her local supermarket, she is not prepared for any of it. Least of all, the sad nightmare world she is forced to witness. Or the sad pitiful child she finds there.
Maggie has two battles to fight. Finding her own way back to the real world and somehow bring the child back with her…


Saturday, 11 October 2014

Autumn Has Arrived...




 
The weather has turned and not for the better. It is freezing and wet outside. Dark, miserable skies that match my mood, and I sense a non-active day descending and I am in no mood to fight. I check my emails and notes, but my heart just isn’t in it. Nothing for it, I would have to take the day off and crawl into a book.
The next day the weather couldn’t be more different, but unfortunately my mood hadn’t changed. Normally the sight of a blue sky will do wonders for my get-up-and-go, but I fear it has left me, hopefully not for good.



I get these black moods occasionally, and it takes some fighting to leave one behind, so I concentrated on routine tasks as the brain was refusing to even look at anything else. The general thought was, if I ignore it, maybe it will go away. But despite all my attempts at positive thinking, it clung to me like the smell of onions, long after the meal.
The following day it was still hanging around and I had had enough. It put up a struggle no matter what I tried to do, ignoring it hadn’t worked, so I decided to down tools and go for a walk and convince it I didn’t care if it hung around or not. Sometimes this worked, but it looked like rain, so it was more than probable it would all go pear shaped and I would be no better off.
Several hours later, after a lot of walking, a cheeseburger at my favourite place, and more than a little rain, I went home, reasonably cheerful and very wet.

Today, there was no sign of it and I was pleased to say the least. I am not happy being miserable, it tends to get in the way of anything productive and I hate that it can do that.
There has been a lot of talk lately about depression and how we handle it. I can understand being depressed when things go wrong; when life gets too hard, but why at other times?



Sometimes I am convinced that depression has to be an actual entity of some kind, intent on making us unhappy for reasons of its own and if anyone can come up with a cure for it, they should make them a saint!

I hope everybody else is having a better time of it, and hopefully, I will be more cheerful next time...