It's the deeply personal passages like this, interspersed with the latest research, that make me love Shauna's new book Good Morning, I Love You. Even the cover will make you happy.
"My mom still tears up when she recounts the moment, four months after surgery, when she knew I would be okay.
I was home, still in a hospital bed, but my scars were healing well, and I was finally walking without help.
On a whim, I announced I was going to the beach for a swim.
I shed the frumpy grey sweatsuit that had been my uniform and donned my favorite blue swimsuit.
Mom watched my emaciated body gingerly navigating the shifting sands as I made my way toward the water.
She remembers holding herbreath as my fire-engine red scars eased into the brisk whitewash of waves.
In the moment after the water washed over my head, just before I emerged to open my eyes, I felt a spark of life flash through me.
A sense of rebirth and the strength to begin again.
In that moment, somehow, my mom and I both knew I was going to be okay.
That swim was the start of a metamorphosis.
Even though my daily progress was still barely visible, my faith, joy and hope were restored.
I knew that despite everything that had happened, and whatever might happen, there was something inside me that was indestructible.
My journey had begun."