As a writer, my days are filled with words. They describe who I am. Mommy, wife, girlfriend, author, daughter, dog-lover. In 2011 words swirled daily: 40-year-old, soccer player, pancake flipper, Maine vacationer, runner, cancer… my world and its words stopped.

April 4th will never be just a day to me, for in 2011 it was the day I learned I had ovarian cancer.

I woke up after surgery, and “it’s cancer,” stopped everything. I stood on a precipice afraid to look over, because I knew once I did, the ground would rush up to shatter me. The doctors had lots of words then, while I just tried to breathe. The wind blew and I fell over the edge. Major surgery, clinical trial, fifteen months of chemo, six months of recovery, a 70% chance of living.

“I’m selling sea glass necklaces to give money to ovarian cancer research, mom,” my 12-year-old daughter said and showed me her newly painted teal toenails.

“Promise me you won’t die. Just promise,” my 10-year-old son begged.

“Mommy,” my 4-year-old baby girl asked, “who will you play with in Heaven if I’m not there?”

So after a few initial weeks of total, cry-your-heart-out panic, I put on my big girl panties and became Xena, Teal Warrior Princess, slashing the beast during each six-hour session of chemo each week for five months and then every three weeks for ten more months on a clinical trial. Fifteen months total, with the first five months being the worst.

I lost lots of things: hair, eyelashes, taste buds, GI health, toenails, strength, my runner’s body…and my words. As an author, writing is as essential to me as loving. And yet I couldn’t write a word of fiction. The word “cancer” had slashed through my belief in happy endings, and a romance writer who doesn’t believe in happy endings is not a romance writer.

My husband, who is my own Highland hero, held me up so I could fight (sometimes literally). I wrote about him and his strength in an anthology that just came out last Valentine’s Day. All proceeds from the sale of the book goes to a women’s domestic violence shelter. It’s called Scribbling Women: The Real-Life Romance Heroes Who Love Them. My chapter in the book is called For Better or Worse. Anyway – my guy realized pretty quickly how much worse I seemed when I wasn’t writing.

Him: “Write something.” (those Highland heroes like issuing orders)

Me: “I can’t write my stories. It’s too hard.”

Him: “Then write what you know, right now, what you’re going through.” (brings me my laptop on the back porch)

So I started blogging about my everyday life. I have about a hundred entries and developed quite an amazing following. I wrote about the fear, pain, and the anger I felt. I wrote about the love poured out on me by friends and even strangers. I wrote about the things I was learning as I fought and sat and watched the world around me.

And as I wrote, I noticed a change. More and more I wrote about how we (because I started to include my readers) could move forward and how moving forward was the goal, that moving forward was winning no matter what the lab tests showed. My husband brought me this quote and it became my mantra: Winston Churchill – “When you are going through Hell, KEEP GOING!”

Some days KEEP GOING meant doing yoga. Some days it just meant getting out of bed. But I refocused my emotional and physical energies on health instead of fear. During that time, something wonderful happened.

My fabulous literary agent, who had said that she knew I’d win the battle for life, sold CAPTURED HEART, my 16th century Scottish paranormal romance to Entangled Publishing. They also bought the sequel, TANGLED HEARTS, which came out at the end of January.

My editor and I came up with time lines that gave me lots of room for recovery. I began reading my first draft, editing. Editing takes much less mental energy than creating new words. Between the blogging and rereading my story of love and hope and never giving up, I started to believe in happy endings again.

Ironically most of the heroines in the Highland Hearts series are healers. They conjure a magical blue light which can be used to heal wounds and cure illnesses. Since my diagnosis, I’ve envisioned it as a teal blue light. Teal is the color for ovarian cancer.

So I dedicated CAPTURED HEART to all the teal warriors out there fighting against ovarian cancer. And to my amazing teal army for helping me believe that I can win this battle. The symptoms of ovarian cancer are so quiet that most women don’t hear them until it’s too late. I now list them in the back of all my Highlander books.

Bloating,
Eating less and feeling fuller,
Abdominal pain,
Trouble with your bladder.
Other symptoms may include, fatigue, constipation, menstrual irregularities, back pain, pain with intercourse, and indigestion. If symptoms persist almost every day for three weeks, get a pelvic exam. If anything feels abnormal during the pelvic exam, your doctor should send you for a trans-vaginal ultrasound and have a CA-125 blood test performed.

Three years later, I’m finished with chemo and in remission. My digestive system and nerves are healing. My hair has grown back and I’ve started running slowly again. My baby barely remembers the time when I was too weak to hold her. My two older kids once again expect me to do everything a non-sick mom does. I don’t look like a cancer warrior on the outside anymore (except for some battle scars), but I will always carry the lessons I learned on the inside. Those lessons of the heart and soul will forever be part of my author’s voice, for now that my own happy ending seems possible, I’ve found my words again.

For more information about Heather’s story and her books, please visit www.HeatherMcCollum.com. She can also be found on Facebook under SHOUT Against the Whisper.