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I Can Do This; I Can Die

by Sharon Parenteau

160 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); contains black and white photographs; catalogue #06-2462; ISBN 1-4251-0704-4; US$15.49, C$17.81, EUR12.72, £8.91

You have been told that your life is on the line. You are dying. This book gives you the insight on how to make the transition easier. Move on to the next phase of your life.

About the Book

I have been playing hide and seek all my life. The dead have always been very near. Going into a cemetery and resting my head on the past is no longer necessary: for I, now, am the past. I tried to make myself unavailable until the important people in my life died. Then my seeking began. I was old when I was young, now I am young as I die. All my life I have been either hiding from, or seeking out, those who have meant the most to me. Now I want answers. I want all the answers. So I can do this; so I can die.

About the Author

I was told on my 50th birthday that I have cancer. Before that it was just a dull possibility and probable mistake. You see; I had been to at least seven doctors in the same amount of years. "Your blood tests came back okay; your blood pressure is fine; your urine is fine; your pap smear is okay, and your mammogram shows some fibrous tissues, which you already know about. You are just fine, " said doctor #1-6. "Why does my stomach and uterus hurt so much then?" I said. "Why am I so tired and how come when I get a cold or anything, it lasts three months?" "How old are you?" asked Dr. 1992. "Forty Two" I said, knowing full well he had my file right under his nose. "You may be in the peri-menopausal stage of your life. Take an anti-inflammatory medication from over the counter, I'm sure you'll get relief from that." "Thank you doctor, " I said, as I left his office; thanks for nothing. The drive home from office visit #1 through office visit #6 was always the same. Anger ruled the gas pedal as tears streamed down my face. I had to get home and make supper. By the time I was doing the dishes, my life had moved forward into another time. As soon as I stopped menstruating, I would be a pain free, middle-aged woman with a mustache. That was to be my comfort. But I knew there was something else that was very wrong. No one took me seriously until...

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