Glenda Watson Hyatt

Glenda's Book Update #1

Hi,

Welcome to the first update on the progress of my autobiography "I'll Do It Myself: A Collection of Memories from a Woman Living with Cerebral Palsy. Thank you again for your interest in my story. I truly appreciate it.

Writing this past month has been somewhat sporadic as another research project came along, which I didn't want to turn down. Even though I'm working on making a dream come true, money is still very much needed so that I can afford to take this journey. Hopefully I will finish that project this week, so that I can get back to writing daily. The chapter on my university years is nearly done.

Over the next few weeks, I plan to put together a book proposal to start sending out to publishers. See what happens there!

Anyway, as promised, here is the first excerpt from the book. Writing it is one thing, but putting it out there for others to actually read is something else. I feel a few butterflies flirting around inside as I send this.

I entered this world one morning in early November 1966 in Vancouver, British Columbia. There had been a light snowfall the night before. Looking out her hospital room window as the sun came up, Mom said the North Shore Mountains looked like upside down pink ice cream cones.

Everything was fine up until my actual arrival, and then things became somewhat scary and uncertain. Mom had a reaction to the anesthesia and went into convulsions. The doctor had to pull me out with forceps, which meant I didn’t have time to read the fine print on my way down the shoot. I missed the part on needing to breathe immediately.

As one doctor worked on reviving Mom, another one worked on saving me. It was touch and go there for a few minutes. Dad nearly lost both of us. Luckily a pediatrician specialist was just leaving the hospital, and was called back to try to get me breathing.

Boy, had I known what hassles not breathing would cause for the rest of my life, I definitely would not have held my breath for six minutes. Talk about learning from experience. You’d think the first lesson for a newborn would be somewhat easier!" If you feel its worthy, please feel free to share this with your friends. And thanks again for sharing in my dream!

Until next time...

Cheers,
Glenda