This blog is for the slightly random stuff about life that doesn't fit on my fairly awesome, award-winning site, Special Needs Jungle
2 Nov 2014
25 Apr 2014
"We undiagnosed kids need the chance to be children because not all of us get the chance to be adults"
Read more about Dominic and Renata's journey over on Special Needs Jungle
Dominic: We undiagnosed kids need the chance to be children because not all of us get the chance to be adults.
19 Mar 2014
Flashmob St Pancreas: sign the petition, save some lives #pancreaticcancer
Watch the St Pancras Pancreas Cancer Action Flash Mob, then see these two beautiful women that it took from me and our families.
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My mother, Maureen, taken at 66. Mother of 3 daughters, grandmother of two grandsons. |
Sign the petition to the Department of Health to:
Provide more Funding & Awareness for Pancreatic Cancer to aid long overdue progress in earlier detection and, ultimately, improved survival rates
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9 Mar 2014
23 Feb 2014
20 Feb 2014
The British author proving you can make a good living from eBooks
Whoever said you can’t make money from writing e-books,
hasn’t met M A Comley.
MA, or
Mel Comley, was in the first wave of writers to catch the wave of new authors
who were the early adopters of the ebook phenomenon.
Some fell
by the wayside of the intensely competitive flurry of wanna-be authors, but Ms
Comley, armed with a gift for storytelling and a steely determination to
succeed, proved to be the real deal. She knew that this was her chance to realise
her dream of being an author and she wasn't going to let it pass her by.
Mel Comley |
Just four years on and Ms Comley is an Amazon Kindle Top 20 and Barnes & Noble Nook Top Five bestselling author. She has just published the second book in her second thriller series, Grave Intention.
Ms
Comley's first "Justice"
series, featuring a feisty but fallible female detective has sold more than half
a million copies since its release in 2010, reaching Amazon Kindle's Top
100 in both the UK and the US several times. Its success was mirrored on
B&N Nook and on iTunes, with several in the Justice series hitting the Top 10.
Her latest, Grave
Intention, is a psychological thriller that follows its predecessor, Sole Intention, released just six months
ago. It has opened up a new audience to Ms Comley whose Justice series has made her a familiar name with the ever-growing eBook
readership who prefer fast-paced crime novels.
The Intention series is
based in the English, West Midlands city of Worcester and features private investigator, Ellen
Brazil. When Brazil is hired to find ex-banker Charles Dugan, who disappeared
after his mansion burned to the ground, she quickly discovers that Dugan's penchant
for high-stakes poker has earned him a circle of very dangerous acquaintances.
Ms Comley said, "Worcester is a place dear to my heart and an
area I miss dearly now that I live in France. It's a different type of
novel to the ones I'm used to writing and there's definitely a twist at the end
that will give the reader an ahhh moment. It's loosely based on a true story that hit
the headlines in the UK a few years ago.
"I tend to base my books in places I've lived. The Justice series is based in London and
Kent, the Intention series takes
place around the Worcester area. A third series I've begun, Hero, is located in Manchester, so I've
covered a good chunk of England!"
Before her success, Ms Comley was living with her mother in
France, renovating properties and recovering from an unhappy marriage. After
attending a creative writing course, she knew the direction she wanted to
travel and she had the work ethic to make it happen.
"I do work hard – often 100 hour weeks and my mum, who's my
biggest fan and most trustworthy critic, is always there to make sure I
remember to stop and eat! At the start people said you couldn't make a good
living publishing eBooks, unless you got snapped up by a traditional publisher.
I've been approached several times, but I prefer the control I have over my own
destiny.
"I was lucky to be in the first wave of eBook authors and
have built up a loyal following – as well as a thick skin at times! And I am
making a living – a very good one. It's like the old Gary Player quote: 'The
harder I work, the luckier I get'."
Grave Intention is available in EBook format on all Kindle via
Amazon, Kobo and B&N Nook sites. Keep up with M A Comley at her website: http://melcomley.blogspot.fr/ and by signing up for her newsletters
To find her new book, go to your local Amazon, Nook or Kobo site and enter the book ids below:
To find her new book, go to your local Amazon, Nook or Kobo site and enter the book ids below:
· Amazon ASIN: B00I9K31YK
· NOOK ID: 2940148171904
· Kobo: ISBN: 1230000216350
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2 Feb 2014
24 Jan 2014
Sucked into the black hole of a rare disease
It's fair to say that my life has changed completely in the last year and a half.
But the daily irritations take their toll. The uncontrollable perspiration when I drink or eat something hot. Not every time; it likes to surprise me. The fatigue that creeps up like a car slowing to a halt as it runs out of petrol, while knowing I still have to get in the car to collect the boys from their school, five miles away.
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Not just my day to day life, but also my hopes and my expectations of how life would be once my children left home - if they ever do.
I am blessed with not one, but three rare diseases, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia and an extremely rare eye condition called Punctate Inner Choroidopathy (PIC).
I have endured constant pain, the inability to stand for long or to walk far, unrelenting fatigue and at times, like now, impaired vision with the added delight of having things floating in my eye that make me convinced insects are crawling near me.
I have cried and grieved and complained and felt sorry for myself. I have often contemplated whether it is worth continuing. Sometimes it seems like the only point to staying alive is so that my children are not left with the burden of my no longer being here. I yearn to run away from myself.
But that's all on the inside, as invisible to onlookers as the illness itself. I have almost become four people. The one people can see, the one I am inside, the one that has accepted my limitations and tries to work with them and the destructive and overpowering me that will push forwards with my dreams, whatever the cost to my health.
On the outside, I am the plucky trier, bravely battling on within my limits, finding ways to get things done, finding help and treatments. Helping others affected as best I can and continuing and expanding my special needs website.
Aren't I amazing? And I look so good considering everything! This is what I am told - I'm never sure if it's meant truthfully or if it's just to gee me up. Whichever, the words are full of good intentions and I am grateful for them.
But the daily irritations take their toll. The uncontrollable perspiration when I drink or eat something hot. Not every time; it likes to surprise me. The fatigue that creeps up like a car slowing to a halt as it runs out of petrol, while knowing I still have to get in the car to collect the boys from their school, five miles away.
And then there is my constant companion, the pain.
The pain is multi-faceted. There is the all over body pain that begins to buzz, quietly at first when the Tramadol runs out if I have forgotten to take it, then quickly building into pulsing through my calves, my thighs, arms, fingernails. There is the joint pain, controlled by a different drug but when it has kicked in, it's hard to even pick up a cup of tea. Then there is the gastrointestinal pain of stretchy insides and now a new pain, a labral tear in my hip that is likely to need surgery. No drugs work on this pain.
Plucky me has joined Facebook groups, forums, charities because knowledge is power and helping others helps me feel less like an empty space.
But the worst pain is on the inside. The pain of feeling that I am letting people down. That I forget things I am supposed to do because of the medications; that I cannot do enough around the house and that falls on others; that I need to sleep when I should be being useful. That my husband spends the weekend after a hard work-week running around after the boys and fetching me cups of tea.
The emotional pain of wanting things to happen that are never likely to be possible. Relationships have changed forever. I have changed forever.
But the me I cannot quiet is the one that still comes up with creative work ideas and plans that I really want to do, if only I had the energy. I push myself to make things happen at the cost of exhaustion because I am not ready to accept defeat. I am not willing to accept the truth of my new reality. I am not sure I ever will. This me is my downfall.
She's the one that wants everything with no limits. The one with dreams who wants to be living and laughing. The one that wants to go places and meet people and have fun. The one who wants to love and be loved passionately, absolutely, energetically. The one with hopes and ambitions.
I can't shut her up. I can't cram her into a box and sit on the lid until she suffocates. Her spirit is too strong, her heart beats too loudly but she is trapped in a body that will not comply; the body that has never complied if I am honest. The one that always got me so far before it collapsed from exhaustion while my brain failed to shut down too.
I am no closer to peace than I ever was. I am very good at what I do and I don't want to give it up despite doctors, friends, family telling me I must so I can cope.
But I can't. I want it all. I always will. So I will live with the grief because the truth and acceptance doesn't fit. It never will.
So if you love me, you'll just have to love me for who I am and the way I am. Flawed, sometimes flaky but maybe worth caring about. Maybe.
I can't shut her up. I can't cram her into a box and sit on the lid until she suffocates. Her spirit is too strong, her heart beats too loudly but she is trapped in a body that will not comply; the body that has never complied if I am honest. The one that always got me so far before it collapsed from exhaustion while my brain failed to shut down too.
I am no closer to peace than I ever was. I am very good at what I do and I don't want to give it up despite doctors, friends, family telling me I must so I can cope.
But I can't. I want it all. I always will. So I will live with the grief because the truth and acceptance doesn't fit. It never will.
So if you love me, you'll just have to love me for who I am and the way I am. Flawed, sometimes flaky but maybe worth caring about. Maybe.
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#rarediseases,
collagen ehlers danlos,
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POTS
19 Jan 2014
5 Jan 2014
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