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My mission is a world without Essential Tremor
My passion is to tell my stories through my books |
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I was born on December 18th in a small southern town of Nashville, Arkansas, the youngest and only daughter of William and Mary Ann. But, fate stepped in and William, a crop duster, at the age of 25 died in a plane crash on November 20th, a month before I was born, therefore, I never met my father. After my father's death, my mother, who grew up in Miami, Oklahoma, (a member of the Wyandotte Nation) moved back to Miami. So I lived in Miami until my mother died when I was 3 years old.
After my mother's death, my brother and I moved back to Nashville, Arkansas to live with my grandparents, Granddaddy & Mamow. At the age of 9, my granddaddy died of a stroke, leaving Mamow alone to see to us. |
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I learned from an early age about death, and how life should not be squandered. Mamow, who had lost her right hand in an accident at a factory in Nashville, Arkansas, taught me you never give up and never let anything stand in your way. Mamow taught herself to write, cook, and even how to sew and make quilts with only using her left hand, without any prosthetics. Being handicapped was a word she never used.
Growing up with Mamow in a small town was wonderful, learning to fish, growing a garden, and the most important thing, the patience of a grandmother. Stories from the past evolved from my family bringing many stories to life. Sitting out late at night on cool summer evenings, swinging on an old swing, and staring up at the stars helped my vivid imagination grow. |
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As for most people, life moved on quickly for me, graduating from Nashville High School, a real Scrapper, college, marrying my sweetheart Randy, having children, and letting my dreams of so many characters stay in my head.
After I married I moved to Louisville, KY, then to Princeton, NJ; Burke, Virginia; back to Louisville, KY; Bonita Springs, FL; Leander, TX and then to Aiken, SC. My life stayed way too busy and years just seemed to fly by. However, since I was very young, story after story flowed in my mind, but I pushed them to the side hoping they would just disappear. They didn’t. |
Louisville, Ky
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Leander, TX
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So, I gave in.
It was 2005 and I sat down in my office in Leander, TX, and began to write. I didn’t think or plan what I was going to write about. I just let the first story begin, then the next story, and the next one. Love stories, sci/fi, and children’s stories emerged. But, (there’s always a but). It was December 18th my birthday and I was now living in Aiken, SC. Late that night I couldn’t sleep so, I went into my office that I had named my cubby. I sat down at my computer and I stared down at my hands. They were shaking uncontrollably, making it difficult to type. As I call it like fluttering bird’s wings. The tremors grew, as did my anger. I looked at the computer screen, and my hands typed, “Happy Birthday dumb-ass!” You see those words brought A Faded Cottage to life. |
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I will step back in time, so you will understand my hand tremors. When I was in my early twenties, I was standing at the post office window in Louisville, KY and I couldn’t even fill out a simple form with my name and address because my hand was shaking. How a task so simple, and how embarrassing, but my hand wouldn’t write. I could hear the whispers and comments from people standing in the line behind me. The confused look from the post office clerk told the entire story.
I had been taught not to show my feelings in public, but tears flowed down my face as I raced out of the building clutching my package in my arms. That one day made me angry and I had to find my answer. After talking to 3 doctors telling me that I was just nervous, I finally found a Neurologist and discovered that I had Essential Tremor. I was relieved to know what I had, but didn’t understand what Essential Tremor was. I thought I was the only person in the world with this disease. I thought I was some kind of freak and tried to hide my shaky hand. I used more energy to hide my tremors than just living my life. As time moved on so did my tremors and I couldn’t hide anymore. People began to question and stare at me wondering why I was nervous or thinking maybe I was on drugs or just plain weird. Being out in public was difficult, the stares were tough. Even being in a doctor’s office was difficult. The nurses questioned and even chastised me when they tried to take my blood pressure and my arm would shake. Normal activities became huge obstacles. |
Louisville, KY age 27
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Through my writing, I found out I wasn’t alone. At my book signings, I began to hear stories from other people living with ET, stories that were so similar to mine. I no longer felt alone and became empowered to inform people about Essential Tremor.
I knew something had to be done. So, I became an activist to bring awareness for ET and I founded the Diann Shaddox Foundation for Essential Tremor (DSF) a National non-profit organization. The Diann Shaddox Foundation for Essential Tremor, (DSF) mission is to educate and increase awareness about people afflicted with Essential Tremor and to find new treatments and a cure for ET. My end goal is to unite the Essential Tremor community and help us all with ET live productive healthy lives. My vision is a life without Essential Tremor. I believe by raising our voices together, we will be heard worldwide and bring a change for Essential Tremor |
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I hope my joy of bringing new books to life will continue for years to come. I know my own book of life has new pages being added each day and it’s up to each of us what our Lifebooks will contain.
The zest for meeting and getting to know people is a very important component to me. I am a believer in herbs, and natural and organic foods, and a big supporter of Bio-identical Hormones and keeping our planet green. Escaping to worlds unknown in a book is exhilarating and I hope my ideas and dreams are inexhaustible with many years of writing. Now, both my hands, head, legs, and voice tremor, I also lose my balance. Even though the stares of my tremors will forever be, I won’t give up. Please join me and together we will find a cure for Essential Tremor. A portion of the proceeds from the sale of my books go to the Diann Shaddox Foundation for Essential Tremor. 
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A journal of a famous artist not of his life, but of only two weeks.
The story begins when Essential Tremors takes over a famous artist’s body, a simple feat of holding a paintbrush turns Quaid Witherspoon’s life upside down, becoming a bitter man. Quaid had everything money could buy, except the two things he loved the most, his love of painting great masterpieces, and the only woman he had ever loved. The calming waters off the coast of South Carolina call Quaid back to Hathaway Cove, to a small, faded cottage, one with a leaning front porch, worn paint so similar to him, flawed. The same beach where he began painting as a young boy, the place where he met his one true love, and the place where he let her go. This is his journal of only two weeks, a story of endless love, his tale of living with ET, and the strength and power of love |
A Faded Cottage,
A Christmas love story. A Story blending fact and fiction. Quaid had everything money could buy, except two things he loved most, his love of painting great masterpieces, and the only woman he had ever loved. 
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One of the millions of Faces
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