The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. – Ernest Hemingway
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 journalist. Northwestern University's Radio/TV/Film program in the School of Speech called to me; I dreamed of being 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 combined graduate/medical school program. I earned 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, a benign tumor removed led to a disease called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. By 2007, neuropathic ulcers punctated my paltry 85-pound frame and weakened my body, leaving me largely wheelchair-bound. Facing the imminent possibility of death, I left the country to undergo an experimental treatment where doctors induced a ketamine coma to “reboot” my autonomic nervous system. It was a Hail Mary. A last-ditch effort at a saving my life.
In 2008, in remission for the first time in seven years, I gave birth to my first child.
For over twelve years, I worked as a financial consultant for physicians. It paid the bills, but it did not feed my soul. By the summer of 2015, I 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 20 years, Greg, and their two beautiful miracles, Maria “Cassidy” and Tye. They have a chatty parrot named Prozac ('Zac'), a mini Holland lop named Thumper, a mini Aussie named Copper, a ginormous Maine Coon named Simba, a rescue kitty named Nugget, and too many fish tanks. Outside of writing, she is a singer, a songwriter, a pianist, and a guitarist. Shannon is represented by Allison Remcheck of Stimola Literary Studio.