I am not one for memoirs most of the time; they’re just not my genre of choice.
This one, however, hit me right between the eyes. It begins at the end of Julie’s life, with thoughts, hopes and love for her family, which had me in tears from the jump. Not that this book is morose or overwrought, but it is an earnest account of the author’s journey from feeling unwell through diagnosis, treatment, and all the decisions along the way. It is heart wrenching, honest, full of rage and wrath. It is also uncommonly warm, loving, and even funny in many parts.
I cannot recommend this book enough to people who are looking for an unvarnished account of one remarkable woman’s life. She was so many things to so many different people, and I could not be happier to have learned about her life, her challenges, and the miracles she left behind in her two daughters.