Posted at Jan 23, 2013 8:56 pm
Once upon a time, there was a clueless writer who loved telling stories, but didn’t know what she was doing. She wrote five hot-mess novels before realizing she needed to learn her craft. She meet some lovely fairy godmothers in the form of Kathy Eagle and Mary Bracho who guided her to the path of learning to be a novelist.
 And because the lovely fairy godmothers recommended it, the clueless writer joined the land of MFW where wonderful writers visit. She was intimidated by all the published writers at the meetings. (What the heck was a genre?) But she read and asked questions and started to understand their discussions. And she took on-line classes. And joy of joys, she joined critique groups and learned even more about writing. The clueless writer entered contests sponsored by the great and powerful RWA chapters. And she began to final. So she entered more contests because it made her feel good. Finally the writer, no longer as clueless as she had been, entered the big one—the Golden Heart. Nothing happened the first year, but the second time she entered she got the call. She would be a princess for a week – a Golden Heart Finalist. And lots of her friends from the land of MFW were princesses that year, too.
The writer was still a little shocked because the book that finaled had only been in one other contest. She furiously revised the book and began querying agents. And she got requests! (Yippee.) And rejections. (Bummer.) And two of her princess friends from the land of MFW won the Golden Heart and became queens! (One in her category. Joy and bummer.)
But no one handed the writer a publishing contract. So she kept writing and revising and got lucky and finaled the next year with a different manuscript. She would be a princess for a week. Again. (Joy!) But she had to revise her manuscript before she sent out her queries. (So much work!)
She got an email from an evil agent. The evil agent requested a two-week exclusive on her book. And the writer was ecstatic and sent her a full manuscript. And heard nothing.
So right before the conference, the writer sent out more queries. And got her first phone call rejection from a lovely agent. And that didn’t sting quite so much because the lovely agent said she would like to see more of her work.
But then the writer ran into the evil agent during the conference and they talked. The evil agent got the writer excited because she seemed to understand where to take the writer’s career. The evil agent offered to represent her, promising to send her a contract after the conference. And then the evil agent wished her luck on winning the Golden Heart. (Which seemed odd to the writer, but maybe the wine had made the writer clueless again.)
 So the writer didn’t pitch her book to the editor she liked because she was going to be represented. She did hurry home and sent out all the agent requests she had gotten from the conference, because she still wasn’t officially represented. After the conference, the evil agent didn’t send a contract. She sent a letter rescinding the offer. And the writer was sad and embarrassed. And back to feeling clueless.
Then a good fairy agent, who had requested the writer’s manuscript at the ball (in the bar after the award’s ceremony) called to reject the writer. This was the second book she’d rejected. And they talked for a long time about what genre the writer should concentrate on. (And the writer now knew what that meant.) The good fairy agent didn’t want the writer to stop submitting manuscripts. So the writer sent her a third manuscript, which the good fairy agent also rejected with a kind letter.
The writer decided to rewrite another book. It finaled in a couple of contests and an editor requested a partial. By the next national conference, the writer had almost completed the rewrite, so she pitched that book. (And actually kind of stalked the good fairy agent. Thank goodness there aren’t stalking rules at the national conference.) Although she already had four editor/agent appointments, the writer worked hard and came home with eight different requests for three different books. And one of them was from the good fairy agent. (Who has always been on her A list.)
One evening, the good fairy agent called to talk about the fourth book that our no-longer- completely-clueless writer had submitted. And they talked and talked. The good fairy agent wanted to make sure that the writer would be okay if the book was submitted to e-publishers if the print world didn’t snatch up the book. And the good fairy agent waved her magic pen and offered the not-quite-clueless writer representation.
The writer, trying not to swoon, said yes, yes, yes.
And now the writer is represented by the good fairy agent. And she is still getting rejections. But she knows that it took her four books to convince the good fairy agent to work with her. (And the not-so-clueless writer was one of only 13 writers the good fairy agent signed in 2012.) So the writer knows that rejections can lead to good things. (Hopefully a publishing contract.)
The moral of this fairytale: If at first you get a rejection; submit. Again and again and again.
Nan is now represented by Laura Bradford. The Bradford Literary Agency.
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Posted at Aug 7, 2012 9:37 pm
I’m thrilled I was the lucky winner on the Brenda NovakAuction for Diabetes of a four-month mentorship on self-publishing with Courtney Milan. (This year’s auction raised $320,000 for Diabetes research.) Courtney and I meet up in Anaheim at RWA’s national conference to begin the process.
A little bit about Courtney. She was a 2008 Golden Heart finalist in the Historical category and sold to Harlequin in a two-book deal at auction. She self-published her first novella, UNLOCKED which hit the USA and New York Times Bestsellers lists in June 2011. (I loved it!) Over the last few years, she’s been a self-publishing advocate. She has at least a dozen books out, both through traditional and self-publishing. A talented business woman, she’s currently working with a German translator on one of her books. This is unusual, since foreign rights are typically handled by agent or publishers.
We met in the Marriott restaurant of the Marriott and got to know each other over tea and breakfast. We both lamented the sad state of tea in the United States. (My mother was British, I believe her father is British.)
Since the manuscript I am thinking about self-publishing is still under review with editors, we’re not starting the clock on the mentorship, but I did learn a number of gems of successful self-publishing. Some of this was after the RWA annual meeting as Susan Sey, Courtney and I chatted about Susan’s self-published book KISS THE GIRL. (Great book!)
Reviews
Objective is to get a significant number of reviews in Goodreads and Amazon. Ten reviews looks like the reviews were all done by friends and family. So does twenty. Fifty is better – one hundred is awesome. But how do you accomplish this? One of the Courtney’s suggestions is to look at authors similar to your book or writing style. Then send the reviewers an email and ask if they would be willing to give an honestreview if you sent them a copy.
Social Media
Do what you enjoy doing. If it’s Twitter or Facebook or blogging, do it, but do it well. If you don’t like what you’re doing it will come across in you presentation.
I hope to keep updating this blog as my mentorship continues!
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Posted at Jun 18, 2012 7:10 pm
This must be my day for rejections. Both rejections were nice, personal letters rejecting my work. (Have to remember they aren’t rejecting me—just my books.)
The first came earlier this morning. An agent who’d requested a full of SOUTHERN COMFORTS.
The positives — You create the setting beautifully and really bring the inn to life. Overall, this is a good read, but I’m not convinced that it will break out of the pack. I’m sorry to keep you waiting only to disappoint you. You have a lot of talent and have had a good bit of success.
The negatives – sometimes the characters came across as unsympathetic and the romance floundered.
TIME ELAPSED: Initial query to final rejection – 4 ½ months. Only 3 weeks after she received the full. And she apologized for the delay. That was nice.
The second rejection came this afternoon. An editor who had RESTORING MITCH’S HEART.
The positives — I like your writing, which is light, charming, capable of conveying warmth. The characters are appealing, too—especially Tierney and her dad. Even though this story isn’t working for us, I definitely think your writing has potential. I wish you all the best with it!
The negatives – Sharing the house may be too much of a forced conflict. Public proposal maybe too cliché. And the slight paranormal threw the editor off.
TIME ELSPASED: Initial submission to rejection – 12 ½ months, but she warned me it would be a long time. Back in February, I sent a revised partial because I’d made quite a few changes. She also apologized for the delay – very nicely.
The editor said she would be willing to look at it again if I revised. Sigh…
I am in the process of revising Mitch’s story, but not along the lines of her suggestion. It’s hard to know when to chuck a project, especially when you’ve spend so much time with the characters. When I look at my log, I think this is my fourth revision. A couple of revision passes were because I was actually learning my craft. (The first draft was definitely a head-hopping nightmare.)
I actually have this manuscript out to two other editors. We’ll see what happens.
Update on querying. This includes my contest requests and conference submissions.
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Total Submitted Through Queries
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13
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Total Submitted Through Contests
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1
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Total Submitted through Conferences
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6
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20
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Rejections
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11
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I should be querying more – but I keep submerging myself in revisions.
When do you give up on a manuscript?
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Posted at Feb 3, 2012 6:20 pm
Last week I finished revising my 2011 Golden Heart manuscript. This was after 2 agents suggested revisions. Now I am on the great agent search. This year I’ve vowed not to give up. Here’s my approach.
I printed off RWA’s list of eligible agents. Since I love spreadsheets, I am building my own. I’ve included the following:
· Agency
· Agent name(s)
· Submission requirements
· Email submission address
· anticipated response time
· whether they take category romance
· Hyperlink to the agency website
I’m still surprised to find there are still agencies without a website.
I am also working between the agent’s website and Query Tracker. Query Tracker is a free database tracking queries to agents and publishers. Not only can you review statistics on reported querying results, you can also see who their clients are. Participants can leave comments on querying activity. You can dig up helpful information out of this database.
All of this takes time – but so did writing the book!
I researched 30 agencies and submitted to 10.
Week One results.
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Requests
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Submitted
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Passed based on Query
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Partial
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Full
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Request Action
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Week 1
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10
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2
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1
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Passed
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Does anyone have another approach? Let me know your ideas.
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Posted at Feb 1, 2012 9:06 pm
When my husband and I decided to do a driving tour of the eastern half of the US, I took that trip as an opportunity to spend a little more time in Savannah. I have a book series set in Savannah. Even though the internet is a wealth of information, there is nothing like smelling and listening to a city’s rhythm to help authenticate a setting.
On a cold February day – cold for Savannah – not Minnesota, we spent 3 hours in Bonaventure Cemetery. The 160-acre Cemetery played a major role in John Berendt’s Midnight in the Garden Of Good and Evil. It was here that the narrator sipped martinis. Live oaks, draped with moss, line each road and shade the thousands of gravesites. According to our guide, there are over 40,000 bodies buried in Bonaventure.
 I could never imagine spending 3 hours wandering a cemetery but our tour was fascinating. We met Shannon Scott, owner and guide extraordinaire from Sixth Sense Savannah, near the Jewish gate of the cemetery. Shannon has been hanging around cemeteries all his life. One of his first jobs in the Midwest was a caretaker for an old cemetery. His tour talked about first hand ghost encounters, an intimacy with a number of the families and a dramatic flair that kept us wanting more.
The cemetery is set up in family plots. The plots are typically raised above the non-paved roadways. Some plots are well-maintained, others marked “do not maintain” have fallen into decay.
There are amazing sculptures on the most visited plots. John Walz moved to Savannah and became one of the leading sculptures. Little Gracie Watson is one of his finest pieces. Gracie, much beloved in Savannah, died of pneumonia at the age of six. A collection was taken up to create a monument for her grave and Walz created the sculpture from a photo in 1890. Shannon said that when the moon is full, people swear the statue actually feels warm. The grave is so popular with visitors, tours and ghost hunters; an iron fence has been added to secure the site.
 The Wilmington River adds a pastoral background to a number of the sites. A number of the plots have benches, and it was east to image Savannahians spending an afternoon wandering amongst the incredible monuments or picnicking at their favorite location. Perhaps, family coming to visit loved ones.
Near the river is the burial site of a young woman who committed suicide. The family buried the young woman in the family plot, but her back is turned away from the family.
The three hours and the tour were well worth the blisters on my feet. The next time you are Savannah give Sixth Sense a call and enjoy a fact filled entertaining tour of history filled cemetery – Bonaventure – Good Fortune!
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Posted at Jan 30, 2012 6:00 pm
One of my 2011 goals was to get an agent. Now this isn’t something I can actually control, but I can control my query and submission activity. Being a Golden Heart finalist seems to give a writer a leg up on agents requesting manuscripts. At a panel discussion, Laura Bradford likened Golden Heart finalists to chum and the agents were the sharks circling round us. They wanted to make sure the big one didn’t get away.
Unfortunately, Savannah Sighs, the manuscript that finaled in the 2011 Golden Heart, was in need of deep revisions. Between vacation and tax returns, I didn’t finish those revisions until May. When it was finally in shape to query, I began scouring agents that represented both category romance and single title. Then I started querying.
I had pitched to one of my dream agents at WisRWA and she suggested I send ten pages to her partner and copy her on the email. To my surprise, the agent requested the first fifty pages within the hour. (On a Saturday evening.) On Monday morning, I had my first phone call rejection with suggestions on how to revise the manuscript and a willingness to see to the revisions.
I was stoked. By this time, I had a couple of different manuscripts out to editors. It feels good when an editor requests your work after seeing it in a contest.
To my delight, an agent requested a full manuscript from one of my first queries. She also requested a one week excusive. The exclusive request was a first for me, but since no one had the manuscript at the time, I agreed. The week came and went with no additional contact from the agent. With no rejection or additional correspondence, I assumed she just didn’t fall in love with the story. (Sometimes I wonder who the first agent was that put that in a rejection letter. Did they know that other agent would use the phrase?)
I quickly submitted more queries, hoping to get a few more requests before RWA at the end of June. But by allowing the one week exclusive, I knew the agents would also be getting ready for the national convention. I could only hope that they would be checking email periodically during their week in NYC.
A chapter mate convinced me to come to the Harlequin Pajama party on Wednesday night. I dined with the Starcatchers, the 2011 Golden Heart finalists, and then caught up with the lovely author, Cat Schield and her roommate, December Gephart. (I refused to put on PJs, thank goodness.) Low and behold, the agent who requested the exclusive was standing near the bar. I quickly introduced myself, hoping I hadn’t had too much wine.
The agent actually looked pleased to see me and said she had planned to find me during the Golden Heart Award ceremony. We started talking, finally moving out to the hall to be able to be heard. I am so glad I had practiced pitches for all of my completed manuscripts, because we talked about them all. She requested blurbs and where each manuscript had been and my excitement grew. She talked about possible issues with the manuscript, and I loved everything she was saying about my writing and my career. When she said she wanted to send me a contract after the conference was over, I was ecstatic. I had just received my first offer of representation. Only one comment made me uneasy. She said she assumed there were all sorts of agents snapping at my heels and she would be cheering for me for the award ceremony.
I danced back into the room, the agent’s business card in hand. Cat insisted on taking a picture of the agent and I. I ran upstairs and called my family and then went looking for more chaptermates. I now had a dilemma. I had an agent appointment on Thursday. What should I do?
I decided to keep the agent appointment and received a full request. Then on Friday I had an Editor appointment with the lovely Victoria Curran of Harlequin. There’s where I made my first mistake. I did not pitch my Golden Heart book, but talked with Victoria about the premise to make sure it would fit the SuperRomance line and talked about another book that she had requested a partial through a contest.
Even though I didn’t win my category, I received another agent request in the bar. I’m so glad I was having a drink that night, even though the place was packed.
On my flight home Saturday, I prepped my query letters to the agents who had requested fulls. MyI emailed all the requests and an additional one that had come in during the week and then headed to the lake for a much needed break. My thought was that when I received the contract, I would contact any agent who had my material and see if they were interested.
It took me a few more days, and then I sent off the blurbs and a recap to the agent who’d offered representation at the conference. I also sent a note to one of my chaptermates who was represented by her and who loves her. Then I waited. And waited.
Mid-July I finally heard from the agent. Instead of a contract, she sent me an email saying she had finally finished Savannah Sighs, (she hadn’t read the full manuscript before offering to send me a contract?) and that the premise kept her from falling in love with the story. I felt like my legs had been knocked out from under me. Although she offered to talk, she hasn’t returned my last phone call.
When I finally licked my wounds enough to be able to tell people, I also asked both the 2010 and 2011 Golden Heart finalists if they had ever heard of this happening before. Apparently I am unique. And this time it doesn’t feel wonderful.
So I am back on the hunt for an agent. I have had some positive rejections (boy is that the perfect writer oxymoron?) on Savannah Sighs and I have started revising based on the comments of the agent who actually called and rejected me.
Wish me luck for an agent in 2012!
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Posted at May 3, 2011 4:04 pm
The first step backwards into space is the hardest. I had to trust that two strangers would keep me from tumbling down 165 feet of rock face and water. I surely didn’t want to be that little note in Tripadvisor that warns – This group lost a tourist recently.
I gritted my teeth. Heck if the 11 year-old could do this, so could I. Behind me waited a 4 year-old that would go down on a guide’s legs. I sure couldn’t chicken out.
It sounds simple. Guides were at the top and bottom of the repel holding my rope. I gripped the rope above my head and below my hip. My left hand, my power hand, tucked the rope next to my hip. This was my brake. Then – I stepped into the void. My harness acted like a chair. Kicking off the rocks, I forced my fingers to let the rope slide. As my momentum swung me back into the rock face, I took the impact with my bent legs. Repeat — until I returned to terra firma.
Oh – and keep your legs out at about a 90 degree angle. The natural tendency as you fall is to drop your legs. Bad. You drop your legs, you swing into the rocks and bang assorted body parts. In my case, it was a knee connecting with a rock camouflaged by a waterfall on our second repel. I didn’t even notice the injury until someone pointed out that I was bleeding.
Combine all these techniques, add in gorgeous waterfalls and a lush green tropical forest – and you have waterfall repelling near the Arenal Volcano in Cost Rica.
Our tour was through Pure Trek Canyoning. Our guides’ English was excellent. The company handled all transactions in US dollars. After a traditional lunch of chicken, rice and beans, they loaded the group of 12 tourists into trucks and drove us to our debarkation point. There our large crew of guides tucked us into harnesses. After zip-lining and skiing a glacier in Chamonix, I’ve become adept at climbing into all the gear. Then we needed to be fitted with helmets. (Note – my helmet matched my top.) Add leather gloves, and you’re ready. Boy, did the gloves smell once you got them wet.
The entire experience takes 5 hours. With lunch, travel time, 5 repels, hiking back out of the canyon, changing into dry clothes, and cookies and coffee (Costa Rican coffee is excellent and I’m not a coffee drinker) it was a memorable afternoon. They also provide a photographer and pictures were available while we had a coffee.
It was so much fun – I would do it again!
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Posted at Mar 26, 2011 2:30 am
I have to admit, two years ago I had no idea why people went crazy the day the Finalists for the Golden Heart and RITAs were announced. Of course, that was because I’d never been a finalist.
In 2010 I was thrilled when Steel Hearts was a finalist in the Single Title Cateory. I joined the Unsinkables, the class of 2010 Golden Heart Finalists. I have learned so much from the group. The Unsinkable have supported me, advised me and commiserated with me.
So as March 25, 2011 approached, I finally understood why people fret. this year, I felt I had to prove 2010 wasn’t a fluke. Unfortunately, GH judging is very subjective.
So last night I plugged my cell phone in next to my bed. (I couldn’t remember what phone number RWA had.) Then I made sure the alarm was set, because last year the call woke me up.
Well I didn’t wake to a GH call. In fact, I decided to exercise — Wii Fit. Wouldn’t want to be at the YMCA if the Call came in. First time I’ve exercised and made sure the phone was in reach.
Thank goodness I did. Just as I finished up my 30 jackknifes — ughh — the phone rang.
I can’t even tell you the name of the board member who called. She was very nice, but the name slipped by me — all I heard was RWA and SAVANNAH SIGHS was a finalist in the Contemporary Series Category.
I emailed my critique partners and family. Then I headed over to the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood for the craziness. By the time I caught my chapter loop, I already had congratulations waiting for me. It’s a wonderful feeling. By midmorning I already received an agent request.
I’m looking forward to a wonderful time up through the end of June and the Grand Finale in New York City.
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Posted at Feb 20, 2011 9:31 pm
A new year is always so full of hope and possibilities. Setting new resolutions, dreaming new dreams all seem to symbolize a fresh beginning. A person can shrug off anything negative that happened in the prior year and build on all the positives. Use those positives as a foundation to continue to grow and achieve in the next year.
I made the typical writing goals. Last year they were all about completing projects, this year they’re about querying. No use being a writer if the only people who see work are your critique group and contest judges. 2011 will be the year I hone the art of querying and revisions.
Two events last week brought me up short. And it’s taken me a while to post this blog.
Princess, my cat, which of course started out as the children’s cat and as they went off to college became mine, started losing weight in December. When a seven pound cat starts losing weight, you feel the bones of her spine and shoulders pretty quickly. Then Princess started fixating on water. She’d wander into the walk in shower. I was never sure if she was licking up the drips, or just listening to the pipes. Then she would stare for hours at her water dish. She’d always had weird habits when she ate, pulling each morsel of cat food out of the dish with her paw, and then eating them off the floor. But then she started to dip her paw into her water dish.
And of course she slept, nothing unusual for a twelve-year old cat. Typically, she would curl on my legs as I wrote with my laptop on my lap. She’d act disgusted when she couldn’t crawl up next to my face. But last month, she didn’t have the energy. Instead we’d find her curled in her cat bed on our heated floor. It had gotten cold, so that didn’t seem so strange. I like sitting in that warm and toasty sitting area too.
Then I found her peeing in my closet and under my vanity. Constant reminders to keep to the closet door closed didn’t seem to work for my husband, so I took to blocking off access and spraying with Febreeze and Lysol and cleaning with Windex.
But when my son brought his one-year old cat home from college for a visit, you could see the differences. Roybert, the invader, wanted to play. Princess wanted to be left alone. Off and during the last year these two cats have had to deal with each, Princess always being the alpha. Even as sick as she was, she was still the alpha, putting a cat three times her size into his place. His place? Under the Christmas tree.
Once all the children and Roybert had gone home I knew I had to call the vet. Fearing the worst, one of my daughters volunteered to go with me. And it was the worst.
Even though dogs barked in the background, Princess curled up and fell asleep on the exam table. This wasn’t my feisty cat, proud killer of rabbits, mice and birds. Gifts she left lovingly displayed on my front step mat. (Yuck)
The doctor talked through her symptoms with us, already suspecting renal failure. Then the nurse came back with an estimate of the costs tests. Based on recommendations, we started with the blood tests – $220.
Diabetes. And liver problems.
I’d already had a cat with diabetes. An overweight Russian blue who’s life’s work was to get people to feed him. While we treated his diabetes, Sampson dropped from 18 lbs to 9 lbs and his quality of life was miserable. I was the only one able to give him his twice daily shots. One of the children hled him so he wouldn’t bolt when he saw the syringe. Now we were seeing another cat with diabetes but she only weighed 4 pounds 13 ounces. This was not a disease that could be reversed.
The vet was incredible. He told me there were no right and wrong decisions. There was very little chance of reversing her disease, because it wasn’t caused by weight. If I wanted to take her home and think about whether we wanted to start treatment that was fine. The most traumatic parts of her treatment would be in the beginning as they tried to determine the right insulin dosage.
I remember leaving Sampson at the vets, all the K-9 shepards barking each time someone came back to the kennels. When we would visit, he wanted to come home. His ears flattened against his head as the dogs howled.
The cure was almost worse than the disease.
We didn’t spend the next $150 to determine if there was renal failure. I made the decision after conferring with my husband that we wouldn’t put her through the insult.
Two sad days later, my twins received a distribution from a trust set up from the proceeds of my brother’s life insurance policy after he committed suicide. A reminder, death doesn’t always happen to the old and infirm.
My brother will forever will be 38 in my mind. I picture him smiling, usually doing something physical. Swimming, playing with his 5-year old daughter, or laying on the beach. It is hard for me to understand his despair, his depression. He owned a Kirby distributorship and never let a negative word past the threshold of the door. Everything was positive, positive, positive.
So when I talked to him on the phone, I didn’t hear his pain.
He’d relocated to Mississippi, a long way from Minnesota or South Dakota where we grew up.
We learned a lot about depression after my brother died. My sister became actively involved in SA/VE – Suicide Awareness/Voices of Education becoming a Board Member and speaker in their school outreach program.
Depression is preventable. But it has to be diagnosed. I wish my brother had been closer to the family so we could see the changes wrought by this insidious disease. I wish his ex-wife and called someone in the family when he’d threatened to commit suicide previously. I wish he hadn’t been drinking on his last night.
But I can’t control the past. I can — and do — give generously to SA/VE — Suicide Awareness Voices of Education. My sister has set up a fund in my brother’s name, our brother, forever 38 and smiling in our hearts. I no longer attend the annual SA/VE remembrance ceremony put on by the organization. It is too hard to see all the pictures of lives lost.
May 2011 be a good year for all.
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Posted at Nov 4, 2010 1:15 am
Late this summer I found out my cholesterol was high, scary high. 281. I’m a healthy eater, I could stand to lose ten pounds but I did exercise two to three times a week. Unfortunately, my father had high cholesterol and died of a heart ache at 72. Darn those genetics.
Once I got over the shock and scheduled an appointment with an Internist, I started to research the problem.
Cholesterol is a waxy, fat-like substance made in the liver and found in foods from animals such as dairy products, eggs and meat. Our bodies need some cholesterol to function, but too much can cause a problem. When too much cholesterol is present, it may form plaque that adheres to the walls of the arteries leading to the heart. This build up causes atherosclerosis which can leave to heart disease.
What to do?
I started eating oatmeal for breakfast. Oatmeal is a full of soluble fiber which has been shown to lower LDL levels — LDL is the bad cholesterol. I also tried to have a glass a red wine at night.
By my first visit with the Internal Medicine physician, my total cholesterol had dropped to 267. The HDL – the good cholesterol still stayed on the high side at 69.
The initial reaction by the doctor was to put me on a statin to reduce my cholesterol. Unfortunately, once on a statin medication, I would be on it for the rest of my life.
The most common statin side effects include:
· headache
· difficulty sleeping
· flushing of the skin
· muscle aches, tenderness, or weakness
· drowsiness/ weakness
· dizziness
· nausea and/or vomiting
· abdominal cramping and/or pain
· bloating and/or gas
· diarrhea
· constipation
· rash
So my doctor and I agreed on a three month trial. Instead of drugs, there are three facets to the changes I am making in my life.
1. High fiber diet 20 to 25 grams of fiber each day
2. 30 minutes of exercise each day
3. Lose ten pounds
My doctor suggested using the website www.sparkpeople.com. I’m loving this website. It helps me track everything I eat and my exercise and tracks fiber content also.
So – knowing that a goal needs to be written down, measurable, specific and achievable, I am going to blog about my journey to lower my cholesterol through behavior and diet modification.
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