Looking over my shelves I've found several books that I'd meant to giveaway before I got sick, several more books that I'd promised to pass on after I'd read them, and a bunch that I love so much I want to share them with others.
So here it is...my END OF THE YEAR (MOSTLY) YA RANDOM BIG ASS GIVEAWAY! Here they all are!
One year ago I was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer.
You can find my original post here. If you get riled by f-bombs...probably don't read it. Actually, just stop reading this post too. I might throw a few in later. I like to keep my options open.
So, It’s been a while since I posted one of these cancer updates
because, well, if there’s anything else to focus on besides cancer, I chose to
focus on that! J
What has happened cancer-wise in this past year? Well, let’s
see… diagnosis, surgery, chemo, being bald, a nasty infection, hospitalization,
more surgery, radiation (which caused, what I like to call “localized zombie
skin”), and even more surgery. Not that any sane person would think otherwise, but having cancer fucking sucks.
Last week I had my year check-in MRI, and everything came
Now, what does this mean for me? Well, I still have a lifetime
of check-ups, medication, and that nagging worry at the back of my mind that my
cancer is back. Also I can’t say, “I have cancer!” when I don’t want to do
something, or to guilt my husband into doing dishes. But…upside…
I NO LONGER HAVE CANCER!!!!
I know I often babble on about the awesome YA community, but
everyone has been so supportive, it’s hard not to. My family, my friends, even acquaintances
of acquaintances were all amazing.
So that’s what’s up with me…and fingers crossed this is the
last cancer update from me. Ever.
I'm so excited that BAD BLOOD is out in the world today!
Scotland is in my blood...
All sixteen-year-old Heather MacNair wants is to feel normal, to shed the intense paranoia she’s worn all year like a scratchy sweater. After her compulsion to self-harm came to light, Heather was kept under her doctor’s watchful eye. Her family thinks she’s better—and there’s nothing she wants more than for that to be true. She still can’t believe she’s allowed to spend her summer vacation as she always does: at her aunt’s home in Scotland, where she has lots of happy memories. Far away from all her problems save one: she can’t stop carving the Celtic knot that haunts her dreams into her skin.
Good friends and boys with Scottish accents can cure almost anything . . . except nightmares. Heather can’t stop dreaming about two sisters from centuries ago, twins Prudence and Primrose, who somehow seem tied to her own life. Their presence lurks just beneath the surface of her consciousness, sending ripples through what should be a peaceful summer. The twins might hold the key to putting Heather’s soul at rest . . . or they could slice her future deeper than any knife.
“Dark and complex and wickedly romantic.”—GRETCHEN MCNEIL, author of Ten and I’m Not Your Manic Pixie Dream Girl
“A story that will both warm your heart, and chill you to the bone."—KENDARE BLAKE, author of Three Dark Crowns
“An eerie blend of mystery and magic amid the Scottish highlands.”—MINDY MCGINNIS, author of A Madness So Discreet and The Female of the Species
“A haunting and mysterious page turner.”—KATE KARYUS QUINN, author of Another Little Piece
As part of my cancer treatment plan I underwent genetic
testing for 80 known cancer genes. At first it seemed a bit pointless to me, I
mean, I already have fracking cancer, who cares if I have the gene?
Well, it came back that I do have one cancer gene. It’s the
BRCA1 gene, and it’s a doozy. It increases the chances that you’ll get breast
cancer to 70%. Also if you get breast cancer, you have a 40% chance of getting
it again. It also increases your chances of ovarian cancer from 1% to 40%.
So way back whenever, when I skimmed the article about
Angelina Jolie getting genetic testing done, then deciding to get a double
mastectomy and having her ovaries removed, I thought, crazy person. Who would
do that? Now my judgy-ass-self totally understands. Being aggressive and
preemptive is totally understandable when it come to not having to deal with
I also think it’s nice to have something to point at and
blame. Before I was wondering what I did wrong? Why did I get breast cancer so
young? I mean, I did drink a lot of diet soda in my twenties. Or maybe it was
all that hormone filled dairy products I ate. And there was that one time I
stood in front of the microwave for a really long time. But no. It’s this one
crappy crappy gene.
Other then, you know, the cancer, I’m doing really well.
Working on my next book and reading a ton. I’ll post more soon! And thanks again everyone for all your support.