So in just three days Better Luck Next Year will be out in the world.
As I’ve said before I’m really excited for you guys to meet this book. We’re having a little reading party with Jason Irwin, author of A Blister of Stars and John Grochalski whose new book Wine Clerk is now out. It’s this Saturday in Pittsburgh at the East End Book Exchange at 7pm. If you can make it, very cool.
We’ll talk about my BOOBS. It’ll be fun.
They asked me “What do you hope readers take away from Better Luck Next Year?”
And I said:
“I think the reason anyone writes anything, or reads anything for that matter, is to connect with another person. To put something into the universe that a stranger picks up and says, ‘Yes, I know that! That’s me!’ To cultivate empathy – something we could all use a little more of. Cancer is an incredibly universal disease. You can’t throw a rock without hitting someone who has been affected. But it is also exceedingly isolating. There is a clear demarcation between the life you used to have and the life after diagnosis and it bleeds into nearly every aspect of your existence. So what I tried to do is speak to that as honestly as I could. It was an attempt to dismantle the ‘warrior myth’ and fetizishing of breast cancer. When you scrape away all the ribbons and charity walks you’re left with some very harsh realities. So if there’s anything I hope that people get out of it it would be the ability to speak more honestly about our shared fears and hopes. To speak as honestly as we can about mortality – our own and that of those we love.”
There’s also a few samples of the poems that you’ll find in the book!
Or you can listen to what Karina Bush said (a poet that I don’t know, I swear):
“I am impressed by Ally Malinenko, her poems about her experience with cancer are excellent. I think she has a book coming out soon.”
I do! In three days!
(Also that was sent to me by the guy who published her book and did some broadsides for me so I wasn’t like…googling myself, I swear).
This has been a long week. I had back to back appointments, one of which was treatment. While I was there something…happened.
I was bullshitting with my oncologist as he checked my lymph nodes, he got a phone call about another patient. Her numbers were bad. There was discussion about changing her meds. He told the nurse that he needs to see her and to make sure she gets an appointment by tomorrow and that she can’t start the other medication until she comes in. After he got off the phone there was a beat and I could see how distracted he was by this news. Then he just started chatting with me again.
Me, one of his “healthy” ones.
And I realized that in this ugly twisted fabric of terrible luck, there are pockets of good luck and I am in one of those pockets. And I am so thankful.
And then today, my mammo came back clear. And I’m good for six more months.
So I bought myself some starbursts
I love you guys.
Peace, love and Starbursts,