Carol's Corner

“Anyone reading this story will gain a glimmer of hope and see a shimmering light in a tough and trying time.” Jeremy

I often paused to question God, “Why me? Others can write their stories. There are so many stories to be told. I’m not a writer.” But the answer I received told me to keep going and be willing to write the story. I tried to learn from the writers I met. I held tight to encouragement I received from many sources. I reread notes and files. I typed, edited, deleted and typed some more. I finished the project in rough and had multiple edits done on it until finally I needed to decided on publishing the manuscript so it would be available for others to read and hopefully understand not only Amee’s needs, abilities, disabilities but also that God is still in the business of miracles today.

The process took several years. Many times, especially at the beginning, I wondered if I should stick to simply telling stories and leave the writing for someone else. Yet I had family asking, nagging, encouraging and other people wanting more of the story than I ever had time to share. I believed that this story needed to be told for more than just family and friends to hear. In January 2010 I held the result of those years of fighting the step out of my comfort zone to begin writing stories instead of simply telling them.

Amee’s Story is the true story of the incredible journey of Amee – from comatose baby fighting for her life to a young woman running track. May Amee’s Story encourage and inspire you to know that medical impossibilities are God’s miracles even when they don’t look like what we expect.

Today the book is available from me or can be ordered off my web page – http://www.carolscorner.ca

Here is an excerpt from the first chapter:

The hands of the clock edged past midnight. August 4, 1982, had arrived. The fetal heart monitor filled the room with the strong, steady beat of my baby’s heart. The contractions grew in strength, intensity and duraion. The next two hours passed in a blur of pain and anticipation until delivery was imminent.
I grabbed my husband’s hand and hung on. One more push and the baby slid out into the doctor’s waiting hands. “It’s a girl!” rang in my ears, but there was not cry! The nurse wiped my baby’s face, cut the cord and whisked her to the other side of the room. She grabbed the nose syringe, pushing the tube into my baby’s nose and throat, trying to clear the mucous.
I fought the oxygen mask another nurse tried to put on my face. I didn’t want anything obstructing my vision. i had to see what the nurses were doing with my baby. Noticing my agitation, the doctor allowed me to win my fight with the oxygen mask before crossing the room to assist the nurses. Now all I could see was the backs of the medical team frantically working on the baby I had not yet seen or held.