From the time I was old enough to put pen to paper, I loved to write. Reports were my favorite assignment in school, followed by letters to my friends, pen pals in Germany, and framed gifts to friends and loved ones. The internet opened up a whole new world for me: chat, email, various websites where I could post my questions, thoughts and opinions, and later, articles. Mine has been a convoluted journey; growing up in the sixties and seventies, one was usually advised to stay away from professions such as writing or art. It was considered too difficult to succeed in such fields, aka "the starving artist". So, I took a nice, safe job in a bank, working as a secretary in Data Processing, but I soon found myself picking up a second job to make ends meet. There had to be a better, more fulfiling way to earn a living and eventually, I took a job working in a nursing home as a Nursing Assistant. I fell in love with the elderly and decided to go to nursing school. After working in that profession for about five years, my son was born, and by the time he was eight months old, I left my job to care for him full-time. He was born with something called AVM, a rare disease that wasn't properly diagnosed for another six years. In the interim, I started a daycare center in my home, so that he could interact with other children while I cared for him. Fast forward another five years and countless surgeries later, I went back to school again to earn a medical transcriptionist degree so I could work from home. It was a marriage of my previous job experience: computers and medicine. Three years later, I accepted a medical secretarial position in a local hospital so my husband would have access to better health care while recovering from surgery due damage from a car accident. A month later he was diagnosed with cancer, so it was a better decision than I realized when I first took the job. Unfortunately, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and an exacerbation of my heart disease from childhood just a year later. I was no longer able to stay on the SuperMom treadmill. It was during this time in my life that I rediscovered my love of writing, and the rest, as they say, is history. I am so looking forward to being a part of this community of writers that I have already submitted two articles for review and am working on a third.
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