It was always Connie’s book, that’s why it’s by “Connie & Samuel Johnson”, not the other way round.
When Connie told me she wanted to go public after her diagnosis, alarm bells went off in my head. All of them.
I explained to her that, when my girlfriend Lainie died in ’06, I had PR advice telling me to put one interview on record, to help the issue go away. It didn’t go away. It was shit advice. Going public put Lainie’s family and friends through hell. It didn’t help them... one bit, nor me. I hated myself for it. I explained to Connie that you don’t understand the value of anonymity until it’s gone, and you can never get it back. That it can hurt families bad.
I wasn’t sure that a public crusade was the right thing for Connie. For our family. For her little boys.
I told my sister it was a bit like Pandora’s box. I challenged her to ask herself how far would she be willing to go? Would she, for example, be willing to be photographed nude after her double mastectomy, if it meant, say, a donation from a glossy?
She said she would. A couple years later, she did exactly that. I needn't have feared. It's all been SO worth it.
It was always Connie’s book, but I had to have Hilde help me finish it. I couldn’t write the story of Connie’s final days alone. Thank god for sisters.
It’s all in here: www.loveyoursister.ecwid.com We’ve hustled to get it to you in plenty of time for Mother’s Day. They're signed by me and Hilde and I turned Connie's signature into a stamp, coz she never wanted to stop signing them. Pink, of course.