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Friday, March 7, 2014

Storm in a B Cup by Lindy Dale (Author Guest Post / Book Review / Contest Giveaway)

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Author Guest Post

Having Breast Cancer Isn't All Bad
8 Things I Learnt From My Brush With The Big C

Some people make major life changes because of cancer. They begin crazy holistic eating plans, they become an exercise-a-holic, they give up their job. This is their prerogative and though I’m not the kind to give up chocolate because a book said I should, I’ve certainly learnt a few valuable lessons because of my experience.

1. To value my friends and family. Not that I didn’t value them before, but having cancer made me see how important they are. In the busy world we live in, sometimes you forget to make contact, or even just sit and chat. I used to. Sometimes, work was my priority. Not anymore. Now I MAKE time. In fact, I’m having an iMessage chat with my daughter at this very moment. (She’s on holiday in Japan)

2. Sometimes it’s okay to be vulnerable and let other people do things for you. After you get diagnosed, your family and friends feel as helpless as you. They don’t know what to do. So, if they want to cook you dinner or buy you silly things you really don’t need, let them. It’s their way of coping. Of course, chocolates, wine and coffee are acceptable offerings at any time, as long as you don’t mix the pain meds with the wine. Things tend to get ugly quite quickly if you do that. Trust me.

3. Don’t go to a yoga class with seasoned professionals after a tummy tuck and breast reconstruction. a)There’s a rude awakening period where you discover you can’t stretch that far anymore and have to be helped out of the Camel pose by the instructor and b) you look like a dufus when you can’t stand on your head because your arm muscles haven’t seen daylight for the duration of your treatment. (Yes. I tried that too.)

4. I learnt that my husband is the nicest man in the world. While I was ill, he drove me places, he cooked and cleaned, he even changed my dressings. But best of all, he gave me the warmest hugs. Cancer definitely brought us back to a place we hadn’t been for many years.

5. Hospital food is absolute crap and if you want something decent you have to haul arse down to the café and buy your own latte. Or get those friends who want to help trained up to bring you one every time they come to see you.

6. Laughter is the best medicine, along with sleeping in your own bed and acting as normally as you can. I still went to work when I was being treated. I even went to a rugby match with my drain in. Of course, there’s the risk that you’ll get searched by security because they think you’re smuggling booze into the ground in that calico bag but hey, it’s worth it to see the looks on their faces when they discover it’s your bodily fluids.

7. Under no circumstances should you discuss the differing sizes of your breast implants when having champers with girlfriends. They are likely to take off their tops and show you their own different cup sizes. A scary sight, no matter how close you are to your friends.

8. There’s a billion people in the world worse off than me. So what if I have fake boobs and so many scars my body looks like a train track. I also have a great family, loving friends, a beautiful house and a job I adore. And let’s face it, I could be dead.

About The Author

Lindy Dale lives on acreage in country Western Australia where she spends her days teaching, writing, walking and looking after orphan lambs. (See Daisy Darling)

She’s a hopeless U2 and Bon Jovi fan - as judged by her collection of tour t-shirts. She’s also rugby union fanatic, coffee and champagne lover, chocoholic, over-exaggerator, trashy TV, music and iPhone addict.

Lindy has been writing in the genre of Chick Lit & Women's Fiction for the past ten years but has also tried her hand at a paranormal romance in the book, Angel’s Bend. Chick Lit remains her main love.


Book Review

Storm in a B Cup by Lindy Dale
Publisher: Secret Creek Press
Publication Date: January 23, 2014
Format: Paperback - 273 pages / Kindle - 897 KB / Nook - 312 KB
ISBN: 1494854430
Genre: Chick Lit / Women's Fiction

BUY THE BOOK: Storm in a B Cup

Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.

Book Description:

“It’s my funeral. If I want you to play Bon Jovi as they wheel my body away to be cremated you’ll do it.” 

The horrified look on Brendan's face says he'll do anything but. “People will laugh.” 

“I want them to. I want a funeral where everyone stands around and remembers the funny things I did, and then they get really pissed."

Sophie Molloy has Breast Cancer. She didn’t think it was cancer to begin with, she thought it was another cyst. She also didn’t think it would be the catalyst for a series of life changing events, none of which involved chemotherapy. Within months of her diagnosis, Sophie loses not only her right breast but her boyfriend of three years, her house and her best friend. Her life spirals from great to bad, then ugly. Nothing can make it better, not even the crazy care packages her mother keeps sending from Melbourne.

To make matters worse, Sophie fears she’s developing a crush on the plastic surgeon that will be reconstructing her breast. Dr. Hanson has the bedside manner of an angel and the looks to match. He’s so caring and compassionate, Sophie begins to believe he cares about her in a most non-doctor-patient kind of way. But he doesn’t, of course. He’s merely her doctor. Or does he?

A fictional tale, based on the author's medical journey with the disease, Storm in a B Cup is a warm-hearted glimpse into the world of a Breast Cancer sufferer that will have you laughing out loud.

Book Excerpt:

About an hour later, Brendan arrives home late from squash to find me surfing the net on the new TV. Having located the last stash of chocolates — which I’d hidden so well even I couldn’t find them in the first search — I’ve demolished the lot, washing them down with a bottle of red. I’m feeling a little bit tipsy. Or it could be a sugar rush.

Raising his eyebrows at the coffee table, which is littered with wrappers and bearing a couple of wine rings, Brendan screws the papers into a tight ball and takes them and the empty bottle to the kitchen. He returns with a sponge, which he uses to wipe the table before returning it to its plastic bowl under the kitchen sink.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, returning to the room.


“Is that wise?”

“Probably not. I’ll have a massive hangover in the morning.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I realise that.”

I glare at him. Since the first traumatic days of my diagnosis, Brendan appears to have returned to his old self. Yes, he’s sporting a lot of new ties and at odd moments, I catch him studying me with a sad look on his face, but I think he’s trying to support me as best he can by acting as normally as he can. Which would of course, include chastising me for drinking too much and making a mess on his coffee table.

He walks around the sofa and flops down beside me. His body is clammy from his game of squash and his hair is standing in jagged spikes on top of his head. Somehow, he still manages to look devastatingly handsome.

“What’s this?” Brendan picks up my To Do list.

“A few things I need to sort out.” I try to snatch the list away but he holds it at arm’s length and begins to read.

“You’re planning your funeral? Jesus, Sophie!”

“You don’t think I’d let you be in charge do you?”

With the piece of paper in his hand, Brendan gets up and heads for the fridge. He pulls out a bottle of water and drinks half before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He slings an arm over the open door. “Why are you planning your funeral?”

“In case I die on the operating table.”

“You’re not going to die on the operating table.” Shaking his head, he finishes his water and takes a three point shot at the recycling bin.

“I know, but in case I do, I’ve left you a list of requests.”

Brendan comes back to the sofa and picks up a second piece of paper from beside me. It has a heading entitled ‘Sophie’s Funeral’ and a page-long dot-pointed set of ideas. His eyes scan the page and he shakes his head again.

“I’m not playing Bon Jovi at your funeral, Soph.”

“It’s my funeral. If I want you to play Have A Nice Day as they wheel my body away to be cremated, you’ll do it.”

“But it’s a rock song.”

“I know. I want people to be happy. That song makes me happy. Speaking of which, I want U2 as well. Walk On. And P!nk, Bad Influence while you do the photo montage.”

“People will laugh.”

“I want them to. People shouldn’t cry because I’m gone. They should have a wake where everyone stands around and remembers the funny things I did and then they get really pissed. I do not want crying and I definitely don’t want you to sprinkle my remains in some tacky rose garden somewhere.”

“Where will I put you then?”

“In an urn on the mantel. Then I can heckle you when you put the moves on a new woman.”

He looks horrified.


He takes another look at the list. “They can’t sew your boob back on after you die.”

“Why? It's no good to anybody but me. The surgeon’s going to sew me up anyway, so I don’t see the difference. It doesn’t have to be neat sewing. It just needs to be there so I’m complete and look nice in my death outfit.”

“Maybe you should discuss that with the doctor next Thursday.”

I snatch the pieces of paper from him. “All right. I will. I might get a sensible answer from her.”


I put the list aside and glancing at my watch, I pick up the phone. I scrawl another item while I wait.


“Hello? Anna? This is Sophie Molloy. I was wondering if you could fit me in for a full body wax, mani-pedi and an eyebrow wax and tint before next Thursday?”

Brendan’s mouth has hit the carpet. “You’re going to hospital, not the Oscars,” he hisses.

“Shhh!" I hold my hand up and turn away so I can't see him making faces at me. "One o’clock will be great. Thanks Anna. Yeah, see you then.” I hang up the phone and calmly scratch an item off the list.


The only thing I need now is luggage. I really need luggage.

“Sophie!” Brendan snatches the remote from me and turns the TV off. I can see he’s getting annoyed, so I try to give him my attention.


“How much have you spent? So far?”

I do a quick tally. “Roughly eight hundred.”

“You do understand that’s two plane tickets to Melbourne?”

“Says the man who spent a small fortune on technology the other day.”

He gives me the look.

“I’m going to hospital. I need to look my best. People are going to see me naked.”

“I’m pretty sure they’ve seen naked people before. They won’t care if your toes aren’t buffed."

"I know, but I will. If I’m going to be unconscious in an operating theatre with a bunch of people I don’t know, I won’t be giving them any excuse to talk about me, except to say how pretty my hair is.”

My lip starts to wobble when I hear how incredibly shallow I sound and I collapse into Brendan’s arms. Sobbing.

“It’s okay. I understand. You can’t control the cancer, so you’re trying to control everything else in your life. You don’t like not being in control.”

“Are you saying I’m a control freak?”

He pauses for a minute, knowing that his sex life hangs in the balance here. If he says the wrong thing, I could cut him off. For a very long time.

“I’m saying you like to be organised and this has thrown you for a loop. You can’t orchestrate this part of your life. You have to let the professionals do their job.”

I understand what he’s saying and he’s perfectly right. I am an organiser. But I like things to be a certain way. That’s me. I reach up and peck his cheek. I feel so much better now I know I’m not having some sort of pre-op breakdown.



“If you don’t play Bon Jovi at my funeral, I’ll come back and haunt you while you’re having sex.”

“That sounds kinky.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

My Book Review:

Readers, do I have a gem of a story for you today. If you are interested in reading a beautifully written story that follows a woman's journey with breast cancer, than Storm in a B Cup by author Lindy Dale is the book for you!

This fictional story closely follows the author's own personal journey with breast cancer, but she adds a thoughtful mixture of humor and inspiration to the story that will leave the reader experiencing the full gamut of emotions.

The reader follows Sophie Molloy's emotional two year journey with breast cancer. Set in Perth, Australia, Sophie Molloy, a twenty-nine year old single mother and owner of a designer hat, handbag, and accessory shop, discovers a lump in her right breast. Thinking that it was just another cyst like she had in the past, a subsequent mammogram and biopsy shows an abnormality/shadow on her breast, and the test results confirms the diagnosis that she has an invasive early stage of breast cancer. Sophie approaches the news with an upfront and in control style: act normal, do what the doctors tell her to do, get it over and done with, and carry on with her life. Sophie's life-changing two year journey will take her through the emotional ups and downs of living with breast cancer: from having a double mastectomy and ten reconstructive surgeries; to ending a three year relationship and getting a second chance at love; to having a loving family and friends support system and learning who her true friends are; to gaining a new business partner who will help her infuse new life into her shop. Sophie's story is an uplifting celebration of her life: how she picked up the pieces of her life and battled through the "Big C" with a silver lining ending that will leave a smile on your face.

You can't help but admire Sophie as she endures a two year journey that has its emotional trials and tribulations. She's a strong and realistic woman who could be anyone that you know. Sophie's sassy style and wicked sense of humor will have you cheering for her throughout her whole journey. Sophie is surrounded by a wonderful support system: mom Denise and step father Colin, six year old son Rory, shop assistant and friend Lani, and best friend Angela. These wonderful people in Sophie's life are the balm that makes her journey bearable with their love, compassion, and hilarious antics. I would be remiss if I didn't mention Sophie's ex-live-in boyfriend Brendan and ex-friend Melinda, who showed their despicable true colors; and Dr Jared Hanson, the wonderful and compassionate plastic surgeon who befriended and guided Sophie on her journey.

Author Lindy Dale provides the reader with a powerful story that is filled with insightful medical information on breast cancer that only her personal experience could attest to. Storm in a B Cup is a wonderful story that will make you laugh, cry, feel anger, touch your heart and soul, provide hope and much food for thought.

Storm in a B Cup is a heartwarming, insightful, and tastefully humorous story that is a must read!


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  1. Replies
    1. Thanks Samantha! This was a wonderful story, I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you for the opportunity to host the virtual book tour event. :)