When I was diagnosed (late, my own fault) with breast cancer, I didn't for a second wonder 'why me?' but simply accepted it. My attitude was at odds with a former lover who fought with anger and, you could say, lost the battle, whereas I, not fighting, am still here. Cancer inclines one to write a fictional memoir.
'A sober, no-nonsense tale of coping with adversity.'
Het Nieuwsblad, Netherlands
'An open-hearted and moving tale.'
Library journal, Netherlands
'In a direct and unsentimental fashion the author sets her own acceptance of cancer against a friend's battle with the same disease.'
'Although it's accurate to call this book a cancer memoir, it's equally accurate to call it a celebration of life in all its prosaic glory.'
The Vancouver Sun, Canada