In a candid and witty memoir, Jodi recounts how her life was transformed when, as a thirty-three-year-old wife and mother, she was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Unwilling to accept her new fate, Jodi’s family searches for a doctor who will join their fight against the odds. But when the surgery that could save her life thrusts her into battle with a devastating spinal fluid leak and facial paralysis, even her own children fear her new appearance and physical failings. Jodi perseveres, even with an injured body and spirit. Interweaving the inspiring, provoking, and sometimes disturbing, Jodi reveals the hells and highs of her journey as she fights for hope and purpose—and life.
Jodi Orgill Brown is inspired by people who live fulfilled lives in spite of their struggles. She loves spending time with her muses, namely, her husband Tolan, and their four children, Trenden, Lindi, Casen, and Daven. Her favorite outing locations include Hebgen Lake, Montana, Hawaii’s North Shore, the rolling hills and woods of Virginia, the Weber River Parkway Trail, and even her own backyard.
When she is not writing, reading, or enjoying family time, you’ll find Jodi visiting neighbors or having lunch with a girlfriend on 25th Street in Ogden. She loves learning principles through analogies and she discovers inspiration all around her, from nature, stories, friends, and especially from her children. Jodi holds a BA in communications from Brigham Young University, an MS in organizational communications and leadership from the University of Utah, and is a Certified Fund Raising Executive (CFRE). She is the founder of Amplio Development, and is dedicated to living and teaching personal improvement. She resides in northern Utah with her husband and their four children.
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Q & A with the Author:
the most while writing? And how do you defeat it?
love is writing, and my goals center around my writing projects, getting up
everyday and DOING what I love is a challenge. There are always other things
that “need” to be or “could” be done. My best defense against not working on my
writing goals is deadlines and accountability. When I tell someone else I am
going to achieve a deadline, I am more likely to push myself to meet that
deadline. If I am the only one who knows about the timeframe, it can too easily
slip. I need accountability and I thrive on it.
you write into you characters? (Deliberately or accidentally)
bad) are evident, both through my “character”, as well as through some of the
storylines I chose to focus on. Yes, part of me is a perfectionist and control
freak. That is highlighted in my story when I lost control of my life and
health due to a brain tumor.
first, flipped me upside down and pinned me against the night. Pain grabbed
hold and wouldn’t let go, tag teaming with despair to assure victory.
days and endless nights. That evening, the ache in my head was worse than
under the weight, I tapped out the only way I knew how. I pressed the small
button, and a saintly referee appeared at my bedside.
my corner with words of encouragement. But she informed me the medications were
maxed—no time-outs left.
racked my body. Minutes ticked on, and agony threatened to consume me. But
Brenda held tight and didn’t let go.
hand, she caressed my arm and stroked my head. With the other, she held my left
hand and never let go. She did not smile, but the corners of her mouth were
turned up and her eyes met mine at every glance.
could not describe to Brenda. Pain played the vigilant opponent, always there,
watching for my weaknesses, ready to attack. But that night, my rival did not
win. Brenda didn’t leave until the match ended. The physical torment remained,
but the desperation fled.
again that angels do not always wear wings or flowing white robes. Sometimes
they appear as wrestling coaches or nurses in green scrubs.
a fact I do not attribute to coincidence.