A month ago, I had parathyroid surgery after several years of dealing with tough symptoms. (In case you’re wondering, the parathyroid has nothing to do with thyroid—different issue.) Unfortunately, my specialist was no help at all—she ended up dismissing my symptoms and concerns and then abandoning me. In the end, I consulted with a surgeon in Arizona, where I ended up having a successful surgery.
And I really, really want to write about this 📚
Not in a memoir way, but I’m thinking a woman’s fiction novel served up with a heaping side of romance. Maybe a hunky guy who shows up to, I don’t know, fix a leaky faucet while she’s at home recuperating. Or perhaps she bumps into a single guy on retreat at the resort where she stays after the surgery …
Anyway, in case you’ve ever wondered, this is where writers come up with a nugget of an idea: Reality.
I’ve mentioned in the past that I wrote the bestselling novel, Walking on Sea Glass. That story is loosely inspired by my own life and deals with illness and romance, among other things.
This new novel won’t be autobiographical except for the part about how the heroine’s medical concerns are pushed and pushed and pushed aside until … she finds the courage to take matters into her own hands. Doesn’t that sound victorious? I already have a loose outline and notes on this idea.
My questions to you:
Can you relate in some way? And would you read a novel with this theme? Let me know!
(Photo of me poolside at a resort in Arizona the day after the surgery … hiding the swelling 😳.)