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About Diana Register
Diana Register is an International Best Selling Author living as a Californian transplant in the beautiful state of Idaho. In the middle of her happy, chaotic life - she, her husband and kids were dealt a devastating blow when her high school sweetheart was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The fight to save his life began, but ended in a nightmare on a warm summer night when he slipped away from her, dying while holding the hand of their young daughter. Diana channeled her immense grief into the book, "Grief Life", sharing the raw and vulnerable stories of her journey and how she and her children survived, hoping that by sharing their story - it would inspire others to survive, too.
As a multi-genre author, Diana has authored several other books ranging from humor to romantic suspense.
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A memoir by Diana Register
Based on a true story
It happened out of nowhere.
Diana and her high school sweetheart Chad were living an ideal life. They were raising kids, working in public service, travelling and watching their daughter compete in gymnastics.
When everything just changed.
Soon, they found themselves embarking on an eighteen-month battle to save Chad's life after a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer at only forty-four. Full of hope, they travelled the country searching for treatments and begging some of the best doctors in the world for help.
They never gave up but the monstrous cancer beat them anyway.
After Chad died, Diana set out to bring awareness to the disease but found that her raw, no-holds-barred comments about grief were what people resonated with most. In her advocacy, she soon learned that it wasn't just death people were grieving and that everybody is living a "Grief Life" in some way.
Chad was Diana's "person":
Her confidante. Her best friend. The keeper of her stories. The vault for her memories. The man whom she loved, admired, respected and appreciated the most. The man she never thought she would have to live without.
It is her hope that if you can see that she can survive her loss, that you will be able to survive yours too.
It happens out of nowhere.
And everything changes.
-- a comedic look at the drama of raising a teenage girl
I just returned from the mall after school shopping with my soon-to-be sophomore and her friend. I now understand why fathers opt to go camping, roll around in elk urine, and shit in a hole rather than go to the mall three days before school starts. As if the crowds weren’t bad enough, my girl decided to wear a flannel that hung lower than her shorts, making it appear that she was walking around naked from the waist down.
She was flocked by sales people, who, I am sure, were calculating their commissions in their heads. I mean, why not? Everybody wants to help the girl who arrives pant-less. Obviously, she needs clothes.
We’re not home half an hour and the vodka I poured for myself is only half gone when she yells down from her room, “Mom, have you seen my push up bra? Maybe we need to go back to the mall.”
It’s the moments like these where I’m convinced raising a teen is bullshit, and I wonder if we’ll ever come out on the other side even speaking to one another. Pass the vodka.
There aren’t enough warnings in the world for raising teenage girls. Although my mom swears my daughter takes after me, so it’s karma.
Is it karma that I’ve got two barking dogs? It must be. Have you ever heard a shiu-tzu bark? I have. Over and over. They think they’re coyotes. I swear. And right now, they’re wrestling over some stuffed animal, which is surely about to fling open, so I can pick up little beads all over the carpet while drinking my vodka. No wait. They stopped. One of them had to drag its ass across the floor. Epic.
It’s in the little moments where I earn my parenting badges—the faded stretch marks.
If this is my karma for being such an asshole to my mom, maybe we can get through this too. And if she pays attention in English, instead of scouting for a prom date, she can learn to write her own book—the sequel to this: My Mom Is an Asshole, but Not My Dog.
Can one chance meeting with the man who is supposed to kill her change her fate, or will he silence the secrets she is about to tell the world?
She made her way toward the back of the house, opened the French doors, walked out onto her patio and quietly shut the door behind her. Sitting in a lounge chair, she breathed in the warm summer air and calm her nerves. Before she knew what she was fully doing, she dialed Ethan’s phone number - determined to tell him the truth.
It would change everything for all of them – including the baby inside her.