Here is a brief introduction to my book. So you may be asking yourself, why the name “Out For Coffee” for a book title? Well it’s quite simple. I want people to have the visualization that they are actually out having coffee with me and I’m sharing stories with them of my life.

So how did I come up with this idea? Well it’s like this; often I go out for coffee with friends and share with them stories about my life experiences and the funny things that have happened to me along the way.

I know I’d rather just jump in and start telling you stories. But I think it is very important that I start out with a brief history lesson of my disability. I am not going to give you a bunch of medical terms describing everything. If I were to get into details, this book would be very dry, and you would end up using this book to level a table leg.

Let me start by telling you the name of my disability and how it became. The name of it is called thalidomide [thuh-lid-uh-mahyd]. Thalidomide was a drug that was given to expecting mothers in the late 1950s and early 60s. This drug was to combat morning sickness during pregnancy, and depending when they took it, and how much, determined the severity of the birth defect. For me, besides my arms being short, missing a kidney, somewhat deformed ears and some stomach problems. I’m one of the lucky ones.

From the day I was born until my early teens; I had already spent about 95% of my life in and out of the hospital, due to stomach problems. I would go in for a couple of days to a week or more, then go home for a day or two if I was lucky and then back in I would go again. The hospital became my second home. It’s the same old thing, I would hate to go in and when it was time to go home I didn’t want to go home. I guess it was because they spoil me so much. Spending so much time in a hospital you find yourself growing up very fast. Even though I had parents advocating on my behalf when it came to medical stuff, I soon learned very fast how to advocate for myself. I guess you could say, I knew my medical history better than anyone else.

Before I forget, I would like to say one thing. All of the stories you will read are true. But some of them I do not remember well, so I had to go to family members for clarification.

So grab a cup of coffee, and find a nice quiet spot in your favorite chair at home or at your favorite coffee shop. Open to the first chapter and enjoy, and I will make you laugh, think, wonder, smile, and last but not least, make you realize how very fortunate we all really are. .