BLURB:The true story of a survivorwho through losing everything,redefined having it allHeidi Siefkas was a happily married, globetrotting professional who seemingly “had it all”—until a tree limb in New York’s Hudson River Valley struck her down, breaking her neck and leaving her unconscious. Suddenly, life as she knew it stopped. She lost her independence. She lost her career. She watched her marriage disintegrate as she confronted a trail of devastating lies about her husband’s double life.She had lost all that mattered, but she was a survivor. She fought to restore her health, repair her broken heart, and rebuild herself. Along the way, she gained clarity about her core values, ultimately coming to a deeper understanding of what it means to have it all.Through down-to-earth, short vignettes, When All Balls Drop shows us how it’s possible to “look up” in spite of pain, deceit, and loss. Heidi’s memoir--rich with hope and humor, inspires anyone who’s had to confront tragedy and reassess their life in the wake of life-altering events.
Excerpt
Where’s Even an Ounce of Independence?
After an entire week in the hospital, the following day was like a coming-of-age event. I was set for two biggies: a bath and a bowel movement. The head nurse who had removed the catheter the day before said, “Sweetie, you have to go number two once before you can be discharged.” Before placing a measuring pan in the commode, she held it in my line of sight, saying, “This is to monitor your progress.”
I looked at the container, which looked like a large upside down hat, and then at her with a skeptical grimace and asked, “Can you bring me some apple pie?” I felt like I was betraying my mom’s Cortland apple variety, but I knew I hadn’t eaten enough to poop. And I wanted out badly. So she said, “Sure.” Under normal circumstances, I would have asked for cheddar cheese on top, but I didn’t, not wanting to get more plugged up than I already was. I loved cheese, but not that much!
Then she brought out a washing pan with warm, soapy water and a washcloth. Time for my first sponge bath. I had envisioned a sponge bath much differently in my fantasies—not with a random nurse or in a hospital bed but with a sexy partner and the Dirty Dancing soundtrack playing, dozens of candles lit, and even a bottle of champagne.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Heidi Siefkas is an author and adventurer. Originally from small-town Wisconsin, she lives in Kauai and also calls the Midwest and South Florida home. Heidi is currently crafting a sequel to this memoir, embracing both her wanderlust and love of writing by documenting her many travels. You can connect with Heidi at
www.heidisiefkas.com, Facebook, and Twitter
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