The best part of my day – every day – is bedtime. Something magical happens when my children and I read books together. We bond. We laugh. We dream. And together, we believe.
I grew up thinking I would be a musician or a writer. I attended Northwestern University and began as a Radio/TV/Film major in the School of Speech so that I could become the next Barbara Walters. Life, however, scoffed at that plan. For a number of bizarre reasons (some medical, some personal), I graduated and then landed in the University of Louisville’s graduate/medical program. I got my M.S. in Anatomical Sciences and Neurobiology and completed 4 years of medical school.
And then I got sick. Really, really sick.
In 2000, I had a benign tumor removed. It led to a disease called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, which changed my life. By 2007, I was covered in neuropathic ulcers, weighed 85 pounds, and was largely wheelchair-bound. Facing the imminent possibility of death, I left the country to undergo an experimental treatment and was induced into a ketamine coma to “reboot” my autonomic nervous system. Seven months later, I was pregnant with my first child.
For 12+ years, I worked as a financial consultant for physicians. It paid the bills, but it did not feed my soul. In the summer of 2015, I woke up and realized I didn’t want to travel anymore. I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to write. I wanted to feel like I was making a difference in the lives of the most important people in this world… my children and my husband. So I quit.
I want to live in a world where anything can happen. I want to live in a world where dark chocolate grows on trees, butterflies drop fairy dust from their wings, and mermaids invite humans to swim with the dolphins.
Oh, and where dishes wash themselves. Because that would be cool.
I am a fighter. A survivor. A writer, a blogger, and a believer. My name is Shannon Stocker. Welcome to my journey.
Shannon lives in Louisville, KY, with her best friend and husband of 17 years, Greg, and her two beautiful miracles, Maria “Cassidy” and Tye. They have a chatty parrot named Prozac, a mini Holland lop named Thumper, a miniature Aussie named Copper, a worm snake named Vicious, a ringneck snake (gravid, just found, and not yet named), a ginormous Maine Coon named Simba, and a three-legged kitty named Ninja who is destined to be the hero of a book at some point. Outside of writing, she is a singer, a songwriter, a pianist, and a guitarist.
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. – Ernest Hemingway