Being a drag racing driver isn’t just about being fast, and when you have to fight cancer before getting in the car it does make the ride worth it.
Don’t Wait for the Green Light takes your on an emotional journey as you cry with Andy as she receives her breast cancer diagnosis, laugh as she recalls her first bra shop, and celebrate as she finally races down the drag strip with her motorsport family cheering from the start line.
More than just a breast cancer biography, this inspirational story of survival shares a passionate life affirming message that will leave you feeling empowered and uplifted.
I couldn’t put “Don’t Wait for the Green Light” down.
Andy had me hanging onto every word,
like she was right there in the room with me.
Who is Andy?
Race Driver or Cancer Survivor?
Why can’t she be both, and so much more.
With lots of encouragement from her family and friends, Andy Kahle turned her blog – simply written to update family during breast cancer treatment – into a difficult to put down book. As you read, you can hear her natural wry sense of humour and can’t help but join in on her very different way of looking at the world. Andy’s infectious personality shines through on every page and will have you laughing out loud or grabbing for the tissue box as you share in her breast cancer journey.
But in the book as in life, Andy has a continuing message she shares through personal appearances, events and talks.
Find your passion and use it as your focus.
“Everyone needs something to inspire them to keep fighting, and mine was the knowledge that I would get back in my race car. ”
How to buy the book
Listen as Andy reads her own book, sharing the emotional ups and downs though a serialised podcast.
Soft cover, 188 page printed book is personally signed, with $5 of each sale donated to Breast Cancer Care WA
Coupon XMAS2022 for $10 discount
Ebooks are available for download through Amazon, Booktopia, Goodreads, Planetbook and more …
or download a free audio chapter
Halfway through the night, probably around midnight, but I didn’t stop to check the clock, I woke to find my gut churning. I took a few deep breaths, trying to will my body and my stomach to calm down, but it didn’t work.
‘Slow breathing, deep breathing, you’ll be OK,’ I kept telling myself. ‘You’ll be fine, just relax.’
NOPE … RUNNNNNNN for the bathroom.