If you’ve been around a while, you know this blog used to be about my cancer journey… surgeries, treatment, late-night musings while hooked up to a bunch of machines…
So, how did this blog go from cancer to novel writing? It’s a weird combination. I get it.
This blog was born in 2015 out of a combination of coping mechanisms and practicality. I had just been diagnosed with cancer, and I desperately needed to grasp at the positives.
So, I called this “The Next Adventure” (this blog’s old name and domain). I decided to look at the scary statistics, surgeries, and treatments with curiosity, enthusiasm, and more bravery than I really felt. It was my way of navigating the impossible.
On the other hand, I knew it would be the quickest way to get information to my friends and family without repeating myself a million times. I just didn’t have it in me to explain mitotic rates and drug options to each person who checked on me (but I must say, I was/am incredibly blessed to have so many who care!)
For three years, this blog was the home of posts about the good and bad. The highs and lows. I wrote about medical procedures, and I also wrote about the love and care I was receiving. I opened up about my struggles. I processed the pain of losing my mother so soon after ending treatment. I wrote about adventures and vacations and new jobs and a new house.
On July 24, 2018, I announced that I was retiring this blog. I didn’t need it anymore. This “adventure” with cancer was thankfully over! And, I thank God with all of my heart that I can still say that.
Apparently the blog didn’t like retirement.
In January of 2019 I signed a contract with Ambassador International, and on April 17, 2020, I became a published author! A NOVELIST, for crying out loud. Thirteen-year-old Maggie, lying on her stomach on the floor of her bedroom, scribbling story ideas in her spiral-bound notebook, is ugly sobbing tears of joy.
Rather than start a brand new blog to chronicle this new season in my life, I thought it was only appropriate to stay right here, where I held onto the hope that there would be more adventures to come and that cancer was not the end for me.