In 2015, a 40,000-year-old genetic time bomb called Hereditary Hemochromatosis exploded inside my body, causing the immediate and simultaneous failure of my heart, liver, and pancreas. The devastation was so complete doctors declared me to be:
“INCOMPATIBLE WITH LIFE.”
After being rushed to the emergency room at midnight, I spent nearly a month on the cardiac ward of Mount Sinai Hospital in New York City, struggling to survive, contemplating what it would be like to die, and finally finding peace in letting go. Yet, through radical risks, deep love, and a touch of magic, I survived, discovering in the process a new understanding of what it means to be alive. This memoir is a testament to that journey, and I need your help to get it published.
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Not the actual cover, just a mock up for fun.
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to “Incompatible With Life: A Memoir of Grave Illness, Great Love, and Survival,” then let me know what you think.
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