Screenwriting : Writer by P.I. Barrington

I am posting this here again since it's been 4 years since I've visited Stage 32. Why so long? Because in 2015 I fell from my desk, dead from cardiac arrest. I coded out (flat-lined) for 20 minutes as paramedics worked on me. I went comatose and finally they told my family (on the phone no less) that I would never regain consciousness and never use my hands again if I did. But being an idiot, when my niece and nephew pulled out their cells and clicked on the camera, my niece said, "I don't care I'm going to ask her if she wants to see me dance!" So, she did. I woke up, turned my head, and said "Yes!" My nephew filmed it, especially my stupidity in going right back into the coma when she finished dancing. (Personally, I think that was the definition of human idiocy.)

Ah, but the story doesn't end there.

Half of my family moved to Tennessee, and the other half was still in Southern California. After the CA, my sister said, "we're getting out of here now." We sold the house we'd lived in for 42 years, packed up everything we owned or could have shipped and we landed in Knoxville, TN. My sister bought a house (with a pool) beautiful, a new car, and made sure we were close to the rest of our family "just in case" something happened to her or I needed medical help. We were here for six months, my sister had just gotten a job in the music industry in Nashville and the first week she stayed there, planning to drive home on weekends. On that first Friday in October she became very ill and could barely drive home ( 1- 2 hour drive). When she got home, she couldn't eat and was constantly vomiting and finally my mother said, "Okay, let's go to the hospital."

At the emergency room, a doctor listened to her lungs, walked out of the room and a guy walked in two seconds later with an X-Ray machine. The ER doctor said, "I'm going to admit you." He wouldn't say anything other than that. She went into ICU. By this time, the entire rest of my family was there and finally an oncologist entered and said that the ex-ray showed "innumerable" tumors in her lungs. "She has stage 4 cancer,"

None of us could comprehend what he meant by that until he showed us the x-ray. The tumors looked a billion tiny stars.

She went through some chemotherapy but I was too upset or maybe just too stupid to follow-up on finding some type of immunology therapy. The cancer was so unbelievably aggressive that by the end of January she had a seizure from brain tumors that she did not have when she entered the hospital.

She passed away peacefully March 2017.

So, here I am, without the other half of me. I finally finished Book Two of The Brede Chronicles and await the response from the publisher. But enough of me.

I see that many of you are successful or at least working which is mostly the same thing! Trust me, I know.

Break a leg my friends!