A Good Book Ruined By A Bit of Reality

I am a bookworm. As a child I always wanted to go to the library and didn ' t mind that if I read my newly selected books on the way home I might start to be a bit woozy from the wiggly New England roads. (Highways are much better for car reading.)In times of stress (read ' medical disasters ' among other things) I often turn to books as my personal form of avoidance. This was fine until my medical maladies kept interfering with my reading enjoyment. That would really suck.During college, after thyroid cancer, with my small paperback book collection, I would avoid studying or read in bed something less enlightening than any required reading. At point, I remember I had a book I really was getting into, something about a young woman and her life.... and she needed a heart transplant or could die... That was enough for me. I had a cancer diagnosis and was trying to deal with the same issue - I could die. I remember throwing that book across the room and giving up on it. It hit too close to home for that time in my life.It took several tries and several years before I could finally read it. But it was a good book ruined by a dose of the mortality of man. To this day I hate it when that happens.Shortly after my breast cancer diagnosis, someone recommended to me that I read this book written by a breast cancer patient. For the life of me I can ' t find it now. But I did like it. The author was writing the story about her breast cancer journey. She was a cartoonist so she wrote it i...
Source: Caroline's Breast Cancer Blog - Category: Cancer & Oncology Tags: books cancer stigma coping reading Source Type: blogs