Blogging on the Road

This whole process of publishing and promoting my book are brand new to me. And with each step, I take pause to gear myself up. I drink some water, do some yoga, breathe, and remind myself that I’m alive and well. I guess I get insecure that no one cares about my cancer journey or that no one wants to read my book, or that the event will flop. Maybe this is normal for a first-time author? Or maybe it’s because this is all so intensely personal? I’m not sure.

But, with each event, my fears are allayed. It’s more than that though. With each question from the group or story about their journey, my spirit is buoyed, and I feel progressively more sure that my story can help others. And that my sharing of it is meant to serve that purpose and to educate the medical community on what patients want.

I feel like I’m just starting to scratch the surface of all that I will uncover during this process.

I had cancer. I lived to tell about it. And so I am.

This event was virtual and for retreat participants, so I don’t have pictures. I talked with the group about how ayurveda and yoga benefited me throughout cancer treatment and into recovery. After a great discussion and some fantastic questions, each participant was gifted an advance copy of my book.