105; that’s how old my grandmother would’ve been if she’d live to see her birthday today. But, sadly she died nine years ago. No matter how many years pass, I constantly ask myself do I make her proud?

Recently, I haven’t felt that I do. She wanted to me find God’s purpose for me. I thought I had but then I lost the “voice” he gave me. I feared I’d followed the wrong path in many ways including my choice to be a writer. Then, today of all days, I got a critique of my memoir, “Misdiagnosed: The Search For Dr. House.” The excerpts below were a sign from her and reminded me of one if her favorite Reverend James Cleveland gospel songs, “I Don’t Feel No Ways Tired.”

The lyrics she’d always sing to herself were;

“Nobody told me that the road would be easy
I don’t believe He brought me this far to leave me.”

Review Excerpts:

“The author’s gift for narrative kept me deeply invested in her story. ” — Judge 36, 27th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards

“What is most remarkable is the author’s indomitable spirit, which she conveys well in her writing. This was a book that made me think about long after finishing, for at the end, the author was not necessarily better because she was saddled with IgG4 for the rest of her life. Yet she conveyed her understanding that people love her, God is there, and anything is possible.”— Judge 36, 27th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards

“This memoir is a testimony to what human beings are capable of enduring and how they can cope with courage and grace.”— Judge 36, 27th Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards

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