Hello, friends!
I don’t have much cancer news to share. I have some neurological tests soon, and a follow-up with the neurologist next month to check for platelet-related thrombolytic events. My platelets are around 2,250,000 by my most recent CBC. I’m still kind of holding in place right now, sleeping a lot and generally wondering what’s going on inside my body. Because of the neuro stuff I have to keep a migraine diary, which is one of my least favorite health things to do. I have to keep track of a bunch of headache facts every day until my appointment. Sometimes doctors ask you to track your pain by the hour with the weather patterns, sleep schedule, and daily meals all included, but I’m not doing that this time because it’s enormously time consuming and the doctors usually glance at it and go, “Eh.” I’m just doing pain level, meds, and where the pain is, and then any extra stuff like vertigo or nausea.
But that’s basically it for health stuff right now. The big thing in my life currently is that I made my first edit of my book and now people are reading it! I was kind of terrified to let anyone read it because it has historically been hard for me to think my writing is worth reading. I get very embarrassed knowing that other people are reading things I wrote. But three friends have actually read the whole dang thing and given me feedback! And I haven’t died of shame or suspense, which was a pleasant surprise to my anxiety disorder. It’s been really good for me to have constructive criticism and to wrestle with words and sentences and paragraphs. I realized that I’ve missed writing and editing like that. Now my family and my therapist are reading it, and even while I’m fixing and reworking parts of it, I’m still proud of it.
This of course brings me to a scary place, because I wrote a book and now my therapist wants me to publish it, and my childhood self wants it to be published. My adult self even thinks that would be massively cool, but my adult self also lives in the real world and isn’t totally sure if it’s good enough to publish. A friend suggested I look into self-publishing, but that’s so much marketing and networking because you’re doing it all yourself, plus other things that don’t fall into my skill set and/or the range of activity I can actually accomplish given the state of my spoon drawer. Marketing and networking are not my strong suits in any way, and I don’t have any real social media presence, which is, as far as I can tell from preliminary research, how more traditional publishing decisions are made now.
There’s just so many questions bouncing around my head. Is it worthwhile for other people to read? Is there even an audience of people who want to read a non-fiction book about a girl they don’t know having cancer? Is there a publisher who would take my book regardless of whether or not I have a “platform” (every time a publishing article mentions platforms I immediately think of the telain in Lothlorien, but in our world platforms are way less cool)? There’s a lot of God-related stuff in my book because that’s my story, so I don’t know how a regular publisher would feel about that, but it’s also not a theology book, I don’t have any kind of relevant educational credentials, and it’s primarily about cancer and disability, so I’m not sure a Christian publisher would want it, either.
As you can probably see, I have a lot of conflicting thoughts and feelings about this whole thing. Even admitting that I want to have it published and hold a physical copy of a book I wrote in my hands feels presumptuous and kind of laughable, which I really wish it didn’t! I wish I was better at letting myself want things even if they’re unlikely. I wish my first instinct was to be kinder to myself when I’m honest about what I want. It’s really scary to admit it, though, because of course then I’m vulnerable to disappointment when it doesn’t work out.
But the main point is that I set out to write a book AND I DID. And I’m proud of it. Even if my computer (and I guess the entirety of Google?) wiped tonight and it was lost forever, I did it and I’m happy with it. That feels pretty good, I’m not going to lie. It feels like most things I’ve set out to do in my life haven’t worked out because of cancer, so I’m celebrating this one. I wish I could go back in time and tell 10 year old Kelley that we did it. Very cool.
To no one’s surprise, I’m just praying about what to do next. As with all other things in my life, I am trusting that God will give me discernment and direction if this is supposed to go anywhere. I’m kicking around some ideas about how I could reshape it into blog posts without everyone checking out from TL;DR fatigue (I don’t really want to do this for the same reason I can never cut one of my own cakes, which is that it feels like I’m chopping up my baby, but we’ll see) or finding some other way to send it out into the world like one of Charlotte’s little spider babies on a silk balloon. Maybe a fleet of paper airplanes or putting each page into a separate bottle and tossing them all into the ocean. I am open to the Lord’s leading!
I just feel so thrilled to have this dream that I had totally given up on be fulfilled. There might be more to it, but there will never be less! Nothing will ever take away the fact that this is something I accomplished in my life. I’m giddy about it; I keep reminding myself “I wrote a book!” and it’s very exciting every time. And I am forever and always grateful for the wonderful, generous, loving people in my life who have/are wading through my typos and liberal use of footnotes. Y’all rock and I’m so blessed to be in your lives.
Anyway, that’s all the update I have! God is good, my platelets remain bad, and I continue to be surrounded by the best people ever.
Great is His faithfulness.