It Was A Dark And Stormy Night
What does a neglectful childhood in an alcoholic family, a stint in juvenile hall, The Beatles, gang-bangers and prostitutes, teen marriage and motherhood, the state mental hospital, gang rape, life on the streets, rock and roll and a decade of drug abuse, battering, serious mental illness, the suicides of a brother and father, divorce, a broken neck, and an inoperable brain tumor all have in common? One woman. Me.
For those of you just joining me, welcome! This is a memoir blog, which means that it details the story of one incredible life (mine!) from childhood to present. The posts are written so that you can jump in anywhere, but to get the true gist, starting at the beginning (the bottom of the blog after you open May 2012) is the best. Feel free to browse and see if you would like to sign up to automatically receive my complimentary e-book, “Becoming What You Might Have Been,” as well as all future additions to the story. If you were signed in to my other WordPress blog via your WordPress account, “Light At the End,” your information didn’t transfer over to this new one (I switched to WP.org so I could offer you the free e-book). Please sign up again and you will continue to follow and get the e-book as well. I don’t want you getting lost in the shuffle! If you signed up with your email address before, no need to sign up again. If you would like your own copy of the e-book, let me know in the comment section and I’ll send it to you via your email address.
Following is an excerpt from my first post:
When I awoke from brain surgery on October 16, 2006, I could hear my breath twice for each one breath I drew. And it was loud, like the roaring of a waterfall. The first time I heard it, I was actually taking a breath. A couple of seconds later, I could hear it again…in between breaths. I thought, “That’s odd.”
My optic, auditory, and facial nerves had been damaged in surgery and everything looked and seemed weird. For one thing, I saw two of everything, and each image seemed four feet apart and a little up to the left. The pupil of my left eye had moved over towards my nose. My perception made everything seem strange, and it would take several years before the feeling of everything being “off-kilter” would pass.
I had steroids pumping through my IV in order to keep swelling of my brain to a minimum. I was hyped to the max. All I could think was, “I’ve got to tell people about this!!” I pictured myself before vast audiences of people, regaling them all with the story of the miracle God had wrought. Actually, I have wanted to tell the story of my life for almost as long as I can remember. I have experienced so much sorrow, and yet I am so amazed at my own sense of joy in living. This blog is my attempt at creating hope, sharing what God has done in one life. If one person latches on to it, it is worth it to me. Because what God would do for me, he would most certainly do for you. Enjoy! And please comment or ask any questions you would like.