“Huge oaks from little acorns grow…”
This phrase has been running around in my head for days, and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with my present marketing endeavours for my latest story, Ghost of a Chance.
Marketing is not the easiest thing to do, at least with any degree of success, especially nowadays. Despite what else is going on, I am determined to stick with my plan.
Although I am presently running around like a headless chicken, preparing my latest work of art (I hope) for its release on 27th September, I have wanted to write a post on our other development.
Not an easy post to write, which is why I have been dragging my heels, but I need to write it to get it out of my head.
Since escaping from the hospital last week, I have been trying not to think about it. Especially what may or may not happen next.
Two years ago, when my sister had her massive heart attack, it was touch and go for weeks as they tried desperately to stabilize her. Once that was accomplished, they seemed to forget about her. Follow-up appointments fail to arrive, despite our doctor’s intervention. We do know what to do if the need arises, and they probably rely on that.
Fast forward to the present day and my own heart problems. After failing to unblock my artery, I was sent home with medication clearly designed to prevent any more blockages from developing. Supposedly, an appointment will follow at some point. Four to six weeks was mentioned for another procedure, but as the days pass, I have stopped waiting for the letter to arrive.
Maybe we are too old for them to worry about it anymore?
We have been made comfortable, and hopefully, we will stay that way.
And you know something, we are happy with that…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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