Why I Share My Story
People often ask, “Wasn’t it painful to relive all that when writing your book?”
The truth? Yes, it was. But it was also healing.
I didn’t write Patient 71 to relive the past—I wrote it to offer hope to someone who might be where I was. Lost. Terrified. Out of options.
I share my story because I remember what it felt like to be in the dark, desperately searching for light. If my journey can help even one person find their footing, then it’s worth every vulnerable word.
Hope is contagious. And if I can pass a little bit of that on to someone else—then I’ve done something good with this second chance I’ve been given.
I’ve received messages from people around the world—patients, families, doctors—who’ve said my story helped them in some way. That is the most humbling, beautiful gift I could ever receive.
So I keep sharing. Because the world needs more hope, more truth, and more reminders that miracles can—and do—happen.
