HAPPY SUMMER

Blessed Litha! Happy Summer Solstice! May your days be long, bright, and joyful! Take time to read!

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Let me suggest a visit to Ruthorford. Magic, intrigue, abduction, sex!
What more can you want?
Visit Ruthorford ~ find out!
THE SHOPPE OF SPELLS
MEADOW’S KEEP
GLYNDA’S DARE
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Great News!

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I had my followup MRI this week and just got the news. It is totally benign! Since, I’ve had a biopsy and now carry an internal clip, they will never be “normal.” Totally benign is the next best thing.

I learned something on my visit. When looking to do the gene marker DNA test, they usually start with the one who has or had cancer. If they carry it, they move to the next. If you develop breast cancer after a certain age, they assume it’s not genetic. However, that is not always the case. Now, I find myself doing even more research.

So, everyone, women and men, do your self-exams and be checked by a physician. If there is cancer in your family, think about taking that extra step. It may save your life or the life of someone related to you!

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I’m Back and Where I’ve Been

pinkribbonI know I have neglected my writer’s page for some time. But, I’m back and with an explanation. Last summer my sister was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer, which was elevated from Stage II to Stage III following her surgery. While she recovered, a treatment plan was developed. During that time, they recommended I see my doctor, as a precaution. As is generally the case with me, nothing is ever simple. The readings were confusing and they couldn’t determine if they saw one lump or three. After having three different facilities examine me and six tests read and reread, it was decided that it was only one area and a biopsy was performed. Fortunately, mine was negative, so I could concentrate on helping my sister face her two different courses of chemotherapy and 32 radiation treatments. I telecommute for my day job and am able to “plug in” and work from just about anywhere, enabling me to work from her place every other week.

I can’t begin to tell you the awakening I experienced going with her to her treatments. I was astounded at just how many people were being treated for cancer in one facility. It was packed; yet, they moved patients through in more of an organized regimen than I ever dreamed possible.

Every other week, we would travel an hour to the facility and she would go for her bloodwork (they had implanted a port under the skin in the chest wall, upon which she would slathered a numbing cream before going to the lab). Following her lab visit, we headed to the oncology department to have her bloodwork “numbers” read to ensure she could receive the chemo that week. If the numbers were too low, the treatment would have to be postponed and a transfusion administered instead. She always squeaked by and was sent on to the infusion center.

From what I could see, at least on the floor we were on, there were infusion centers on both sides of the floor and two large infusion areas on each side. They were always packed from early morning until late (I know this as we were the last ones on occasion, leaving around 7 p.m.). Although the facility offered free coffee and tea in the waiting area to the patients and those with them, volunteers would regularly “roll” through with carts of snacks and drinks. More blood work was done and, eventually, she was called back. She sat in one of 8 reclining lounge chairs in one of 3 bays. Each patient had a television, curtains that could be closed, and a chair for one visitor. The nurses were wonderful and supportive, offering encouragement while monitoring each person like hawks. They would double-match her information against the bags of fluid and the computer to ensure they administered the right meds. Good thing, too, since they got some things wrong a couple of times. Before treatment, she was given meds to help with possible nausea and reactions, allow time for them to take effect, and then hook her up to an IV, which administered the fluids and chemicals. Since each person’s treatment is specific to them, and how they respond is individual as well, patients react very differently to the treatments. Some took it in stride, some could barely lift their heads, and others shook in fear. As frightened as my sister was, I remember watching her, tubes and lines filling her with poison, spend her time talking to the young woman sitting alone in the chair across from her, crying and shaking in fear of her diagnosis and her initial treatment. It was my sister’s soothing words and the thought of them doing it together, that seemed to comfort the young woman. As each treatment would come to an end, they would tape an infusion device to my sister’s arm, which then automatically jabbed a cannula into her arm for administration of more meds the next day. Make no bones about it, these chemicals are vicious. One they call the “Red Devil,” not only because of its color, but because of the caustic effects it has if it to comes in contact with the skin. They wore what looked like hazmat suites to administer it. We all dreaded seeing it coming.

One thing my sister had going for her was that she was healthy going into treatment. My 20170422 J & Bsister did very well through two courses of different chemotherapy. She experienced minimal nausea, but lost her ability to taste most things. Note of fact, if you can’t taste something, your body doesn’t want to consume it. She worked hard visualizing something’s flavor so she could get it down. Her fingers and toes became numb and she did lose her hair. She chose to wear knit caps when it was cold and the colorful bouffant surgical caps nurses wear when it was warm. She got tired, but nothing like we’d heard could happen. However, she remained housebound due to her vulnerability to everyone and everything in the environment, since her immune system was severely compromised.

Radiation began shortly after chemo ended. It was every day, five days a week for 32 treatments. For every patient, an individual body form is created to ensure positioning and then the patient is x-rayed and marked repeatedly to ensure the radiation hits 20170511_094851only the target. I believe for us (me, for sure), the radiation was scarier than chemo. You see, our mother died of cancer in 1960—probably, they determined, of radiation poisoning. She’d had adult acne and had been treated with the latest and greatest—Cobalt radiation. When she developed a tumor in her neck, they treated her with—you guessed it—Cobalt radiation. We told the oncologists the story so they would understand the trepidation we felt. We were reassured that Cobalt is no longer used and that treatments have progressed far beyond anything our mother had received. We were reassured that, even though there are still many dangers with both chemo and radiation, they have made huge strides in patient safety since 1960.

I did not go with her except for the initial meeting with the radiologists and her final treatment, since she did so well. Her energy even improved. Her worst side effect was the burn, for which they ordered medication.

bell radiationThe tradition is, when you finish treatment, chemo and/or radiation, you ring a bell. Trust me, it is a celebration. Everyone hoots and claps for a bell-ringer, no matter where they are or the treatment they are receiving. I can assure you, when they finally reach the time to ring the bell, whether it be for chemo and or for radiation, they are ready to have the treatment end. Being treated for cancer is not for sissies! It is life changing—definitely for the patient—but also for anyone around them. It is an emotional trauma, as well as a physical one. It is confusing and there is never enough of the “right” information or support available. And, no matter who you have around you, you are alone. It is your body that has been targeted, accosted, and abused, all in the process of getting rid of the horrific disease that can, and will, if left alone, kill you.

My sister is recovering and doing very well. There is no immediate way to tell if they got it all. The only way to know is for it not to come back. She will have a mammogram in a few months and, like everyone else, pray they don’t find anything.

I am scheduled for my follow-up MRI in June.

For now, I am back at my day job—while, at night, I am working on my fifth Ruthorford novel. Most of all, I am celebrating having my sister.

Thank you for your patience! Jerry Hampton aka Shanon Grey

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Welcome to Ruthorford

welcome-illusionFrom the moment Ruthorford sprang into my head, I was enthralled. It draws me back, again and again, to tell its stories. It awaits you! The perfect small southern town holds some mighty big secrets, sharing them a little at a time. Knowing too much can be dangerous. #paranormalsuspense #romance

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In Memoriam

in-memoriamAbout a year and a half ago, I saw a picture of a sweet dog that needed to be rescued. The man was getting married and his fiance didn’t want dogs (he had more than one). One had already been adopted, but the other, a gorgeous Australian Shepherd/Border Collie mix had not. My husband and I drove to Tennessee and came home with our sweet Tova.

First day out, we took her out for a walk and, as soon as she was on the porch, she took a leap, did a half-gainer and was out of her collar and off like a shot, scaring us witless. We searched everywhere only to find her waiting on the porch when we came home, the nub of her tail twitching in happiness. We changed collars.

But, that didn’t stop her. On one outing, a squirrel crossed her path and, like a flash, Tova was halfway up the tree before she stopped, looked back at me, and wiggled her way back down. I had a serious feeling that was not the first time she’d treed a squirrel.

Three months later, we noticed weakness in her hind legs and some twitching. Trips to vets proved fruitless. Another three months and she couldn’t use her hind legs. Neurological studies showed nothing. They presented us with a condition which could only be determined when everything else was ruled out. Sadly, it is the equivalent to ALS in humans.

Her condition grew progressively worse physically while her mind and attitude remained unchanged. A harness and a cart gave her freedom and she continued to enjoy chasing squirrels. One of her favorite activities was watching over her domain from the front porch, as long as one of us sat with her. Being a herding dog, she insisted we be corralled at all times.

Unfortunately, the disease remained slowly progressive until about two weeks ago, when the twitching moved toward her head and weakness began to show in her front limbs. She crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday. Our hearts are broken and there is such an emptiness in our lives. One thing is for sure — we wouldn’t have traded having her in our lives for anything. Tova was love personified and the joy she freely gave will be with us always. I know she has joined our other beloved fur-babies and can now romp and cavort like she once did.

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Early Christmas Present

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Happy Holidays!

Ruthorford awaits you! Continue the magic with more Ruthorford suspense, romance, and paranormal intrigue!

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Pennyroyal Christmas – Free Today!

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Recover from Black Friday with PENNYROYAL CHRISTMAS. IT’S FREE!!! My publisher has informed me PENNYROYAL CHRISTMAS is free today, November 26th. Ruthorford, a small town who celebrates everything, including her secrets, is divulging another bit of herself. Relax with a visit to Ruthorford and her unique descendants! You’ll be compelled to return again and again.

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A HALLOWEEN REMEMBRANCE

This was a post I shared several years ago, in honor of my sweet Pookie, my muse, who loved Halloween. I am republishing this in honor of her. We now have Tova, our paraplegic Aussi rescue, who really doesn’t go in for Halloween. I thought I would share this again this year, in honor of Pookie, since she had so much fun helping me decorate for Halloween, which came just two days after we found her on our porch and she immediately became a part of our family! This is dedicated to Pookie. But knowing Pookie, I can’t leave out Tova, because Pookie would want it that way. So, to Pookie and Tova —

Happy Halloween!

Welcome to Grey Manor!

Many have asked about Shanon’s cottage in the woods. Well, after much convincing from my personal assistant, Pookie, I have decided to give you a tour during our favorite season.

Pookie, the Manor’s Official Greeter awaits our guests.

…and waits. I know, girl, they are supposed to be here. They’ll come. I promise…



Good, you’ve arrived!!! Please come in! Let’s start where Shanon concocts her stories. You think maybe she uses her brain? Well, you might think again….

Did you happen to notice the ghosts in the glass? Hmmm

Oh, yes! I did want to mention the beautiful bunch of black beauties Shanon received from an adoring fan. Of course, the card did read “REST IN PEACE.”

You’re cold. There is a rather brisk breeze blowing in from the grave yard. Why don’t you sit by the fire and warm yourself a bit before we continue. Just don’t get to close…I wouldn’t want you to get over-cooked.

Oh my, it’s getting dark outside. Things tend to change a bit when the sun sets around Grey Cottage. It’s a very special time for all. Every manner of beastie and ghoul comes out to play.

The witches are working again tonight. Beware! Their magic is mighty powerful this time of year. You might not want to find out just what kind of mischief they can get into…..

If you don’t believe me, just ask Uncle Walt and Aunt Minerva–


Uncle Walt heard something in the woods and decided to investigate. When he didn’t return, Aunt Minerva went looking for him. At least the witches had a sense of humor. I keep them on the mantel until I can figure out a reversal spell.

That doesn’t help with the last solicitor that came by–I think I’ll work on the spell for Uncle Walt and Aunt Minerva first…..

It’s the witching hour! School’s about ready to start. Please enter quietly so Head Mistress Wanda doesn’t notice you. You don’t want Headmistress Wanda to notice you. The last time she caught students ……….

there was hell to pay!

But I was good and I have graduated, so I get to work on my stories and writings–always under her watchful eye.

Tired you say….I know it’s rather late! Please come again! We would love to have you. Oh, before you go, please let me take your picture.

Smile pretty, now! Say Witches….

And as you traipse off into the fiery night–

My faithful companion turns into her former self–a sleepy  puppy!

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I am Shanon Grey

I am a writer. I have created a world–the perfect southern town of Ruthorford, where my characters evolve and flourish, but not without having to navigate a few bumps in the road along the way. My invitation to you–come along for the ride and enjoy their journeys.

The Shoppe of Spells

When i3D-Book-Template SOS editeds a whole more than the sum of its parts? When it has ties to the quaint little town of Ruthorford, Georgia—as Morgan Briscoe discovers when a cryptic message threatens to change her life forever.

Morgan’s relatively normal life is turned on its ear when she learns not only that she is adopted, but her birth parents are dead and she now holds half-interest in a business with their ward, Dorian Drake, who, despite his riveting good looks, can barely conceal his hostility toward his new partner.

Morgan discovers that she is more than she seems and together she and Dorian have the ability to control a portal to another dimension. Unable to contain their growing attraction, Morgan and Dorian dance around their desires and her burgeoning abilities, until danger forces them to face their destiny.

Meadow’s Keep

3D-Book-Template MK editedJasmine Monroe once felt like damaged goods. Not anymore. Her latent abilities, although appearing too late to save her from a brutal attack, keep her safe from anyone hurting her again. Secure in that fact, she’s moved on. Until she meets her first love’s doppelganger.

Eryk Vreeland, a misfit and an embarrassment to his upper-class/upper-crust family, is a magician. His shows are renowned, his contributions to charity astronomical, his illusions precise. Except—not everything is an illusion. Sometimes, there is real magic.

Forced together to rescue and protect a young woman, safeguards must come down and, when that happens, their attraction strengthens—beyond their control—until they can barely tell where one person stops and the other begins.

Will they surrender to a legacy or risk a disaster to stay apart?

Glynda’s Dare

3D-Book-Template - editedEverything taken from her, Glynda heads north, to a new world and a new life, taking a chance that fate might be kinder to her this time around. As she settles in to her job on one of the many farms just outside of a small southern town called Ruthorford, she discovers that southern charm does extend as far north as Georgia, as do good-looking men.

Befriended by Tom, a farm hand she met when he rescued her from the hooves of an angry stallion, Glynda begins to believe that her shattered heart might have a chance to heal after all and her life become what she’d always longed for – normal.

But, her past is coming back to haunt her and, from the looks of things, it just might get her killed. Luckily, she finds that she’s landed in the one place that takes care of its own and she has become one of them, whether she wants to be or not. Ruthorford and its descendants have taken her into their fold, and life promises to be anything but normal.

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Blue Moon Cafe

BMC_Caroline Miller 8.20.16blackautosharpednedCome one. Come all. To an evening of literary entertainment. A celebration of one of Georgia’s own, Caroline Miller, 1933 Pulitzer Prize winner. (It’s because of her that Margaret Mitchell–Gone With the Wind–was discovered.) Plus, I and some of my fellow local authors will be there with our works and some readings. Plus, refreshments will be available. It’s a free night of fun, starting at 6:30 p.m., Saturday, August 20th, Blue Moon Cafe, 7 Main Street, Moreland, GA.

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