EXPRESS YOURSELF
Living the Dream at the Worst Time
I landed my first book contract in the middle of the hardest year of my life
I asked a friend how she was doing the other day. She told me, honestly, that professionally things had never been so good; personally, they were brutal. I’ve had essentially the same sort of year.
Last August, my father fell and broke his hip and suddenly my long-distance care coordination routine turned into an intense responsibility to secure good care for both my parents. Both had signs of dementia; my dad was diagnosed with metastatic lung cancer this spring and died before we were able to get a good read on what was going on with his mind. There were two months in the midst of his decline and with hospitalizations for my mother when I could not work at all because every minute was filled with caring for and fighting for them. My mind was a mess, my daily to-do list shifted from interviews with sources to calls with Medicaid or doctors or pleading with their first two nursing homes to tend to their needs.
Looking back now, it’s all a flood of memory, but of course, it came a day at a time, as did the thrill of emails from my literary agent: an editor was reading my book proposal with interest. She let the others we’d pitched know, and I heard two more…
