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to the Candles In The Sun Readers Club where you can look over my shoulder as I write Suzie’s story. The plan is to post my weekly progress for The Weekend Read. I hope to add a few more special things including random videos and maybe an interview.

It’s also your opportunity to nudge me toward my goal with some good-natured encouragement and accountability. I anticipate a lot of talk about coffee, maybe tea if appropriately caffeinated. Should be fun.

To introduce you to the idea I’m going to post things for free initially along with a membership possibility for those who want to catch up or just give some fiduciary support. (My new word of the week.) In any case, welcome, and feel free to have a look around. You never know who you might run into.

Blessings and together may we face the day with courage.

Chapter 32: And What To My Slumbering Eyes Should Appear?

“Daddy, someone is pulling into the driveway,” Rebekah said. Her voice shocked me awake like cardio paddles. “Wha? Who? What’s . . .” I sat bolt upright. The food, happy kid sounds and my faithful recliner had done me in. I’d fallen into the deep, dreamless sleep of...

Chapter 31: The Spirit of Christmas Future?

If leaving the hospital for work was like going back in time, the short trip home was like visiting the future. The dreaded railroad crossing was as rough as ever. I hit it too fast, once again, and had to apologize as usual. The green steel beams of the Stones River...

Chapter 30: The Ghost of Christmas Past

If the Ghost of Christmas Past had taken my hand and led me out the hospital window to a holiday dinner in my childhood, I would have been no less unprepared than I was for morning. The freezing walk from the parking lot to the car was like a trip to the airport. The...

Chapter 29: Jedi Mind Trick

The shock of Dr. Raefsky’s statement resonated like a flash-bang grenade through the night and into the next day. We were numb. Thinking was difficult. Unfortunately, as the pieces fell into place things looked even worse. We didn’t talk about it because we didn’t...

Chapter 28: Doom Delayed

“I want you to know that your situation is not entirely hopeless,” Dr. Raefsky repeated to me. “I don’t understand,” I began, trying to get a handle on what he was saying. He looked away from me to Suzie. I was suddenly a bystander. “There are new therapies we are...

Chapter 27: The Dawn of Dr. Doom

Maybe it was fatigue. Maybe it was too much caffeine. Maybe stress was keeping my adrenaline level too high. Whatever the case, the trip from crisis back to normal was taking far longer in my head than it was in reality. Hypervigilance is the term they use now but I...

Chapter 26: One Last Question

How do I fight a battle with an enemy I can’t see when I have no control and no weapons, a battle that is raging inside the one I love the most? How can I reduce intercranial swelling from miles away? How can I be there for someone beyond locked doors guarded by...

Chapter 25: The Return

It's easy to miss the most common things, like the magic of a sunrise after a storm. Only in its absence can we appreciate the warm yellow rays striking rich green leaves with shiny white highlights beneath a pale, clear sky. Otherwise, it’s just morning. When the...

Chapter 24: Silent Night

Emotions are ruthless. They can take you from strong and brave to hollow doubting in a moment. You can tell yourself they are only feelings, that they don’t change anything, that they don’t matter. But you still have to deal with them like a fast shot to the gut. You...

Chapter 23: The Long Haul

When I pushed through the glass door into the surgical waiting room, a wall of eyes turned and locked on me. My already high adrenaline levels kicked up another notch. The surgical waiting area seemed to be standing room only. There were neighbors and church members,...

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