Hey fans. I know you've been holding your breath on this, and I'd hate to see anyone expire from my lack of trying, but I did something a moment ago that may bring me one step closer to immortality. Heh, heh.
I contacted a literary agent and pitched my idea about writing a book about my experiences with this dreadful disease. This isn't the first agent I've made a proposal to. I spent most of last Spring recycling polite rejection letters from all over the country. They loved my idea, but didn't handle books like that. Am I too hot to handle? Some like it hot.
Photopheresis treatments will have me tied up for the forseeable future. It will give me world enough and time to spend pouring my thoughts onto paper, er, the computer screen. From shocking diagnosis to body-altering treatment to relapse, stem cell transplant, relapse, another transplant to my recovery and recurring health issues, it will be a tell-all tale of misery, madness, magic and mojo. It has Oprah written all over it.
I know I can count on your support, including the purchase of many copies to give as inspirational gifts. This may put a dent into the devastating expenses I've wracked up over the past five years. I can dream, can't I?