Her Doctor Prescribes Dancing at Daybreak

By Connie Thompson Titus

Are diseased people allowed to have fun in a doctor's office? A clinic door swings wide open revealing fervent yet fragile exchange between a one-breasted Gentile and her Jewish medicine man. An... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 160604138X
• ISBN13: 9781606041383
• Release Date: September 2008
• Publisher: Tate Publishing
• Length: 324 Pages
• Weight: 0.85 lbs.
• Dimensions: 8.3" x 0.8" x 5.3"

Customer Reviews

Inspiring and funny!

It's hard for me to imagine how people go on in the face of such adversity, but reading Connie's book gave me inspiration of how I would like to be if ever faced with such challenges. She is a role model -- honest, real, and her book made me laugh out loud a lot. I've bought several more copies as presents.

Brilliant, inspiring, hilarious!

Treasure Coast resident and cancer warrior Connie Titus has written a little volume that might as well have washed ashore like sunken treasure spit out by hurricane-churned seas. This literary doubloon is solid gold, smooth and polished, not by centuries of lying on the ocean floor, but by 10+ years of cancer-fighting push and pull. Like the ocean Connie visits for healing and renewal, the book is fluid and powerful. It's the story of a Gentile patient and her Jewish oncologist-and oh, yes, God is in there, too. When the patient seeks treatment for Inflammatory Breast Carcinoma, the doctor writes her a prescription to dance at daybreak. Being neither a dancer nor much of a morning person, the patient turns to her Father in heaven for instruction-having to first locate the Bible she hasn't opened since Christmas 1976. As the disease and treatment progress, the patient draws strength from scripture and Earth Wind & Fire-in almost equal measure. Although the line between the earthly doctor and the Great Physician is for a time blurred in the patient's mind, as she gets to know both on a personal level, a clear picture of each finally emerges--for writer and reader. The Jewish doctor/dance instructor choreographs the Christian patient's treatment plan, slipping her powerful chemical cocktails in between dances. The everlasting God who has known all along the exact number of hairs that would fall out of the patient's head orchestrates her survival, placing resources in her path to keep the music playing. The mystery of this three-way partnership is told with brilliant insight, unblushing frankness and heartbreaking tenderness in a fresh voice that rises high above the drone of the been-there, done-that memoir du jour. It's all chronicled in 101 letters written by the patient to the doctor over a period of 10 years. This persistent intrusion leaves the white-coated man of science no choice but to travel alongside her through the valleys of terror, anger, despair and, just as frequently, trail behind her as she breathlessly climbs the peaks of survival, surrounded by joy, music and laughter. And no, cancer isn't funny, but this book will make you laugh and, without preaching, it will illuminate, instruct and inspire. Most of all, it will make you think. Life is a dance towards death, whether cancer strikes at 44 or sleep takes you at 104. Before Connie Titus could hear the music and put on her dancing shoes, she had to get cancer. Her book will save you the trouble. And if you're one of the lucky ones who's already dancing through life no matter the circumstances, buy the book anyway-for the sheer pleasure of reading uncommonly good writing.