tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65831402161632557162024-02-21T22:42:42.511-08:00just me...Mighty MomMightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-36976642628483428262014-02-01T14:55:00.000-08:002014-02-01T14:55:23.955-08:00Lisa's Minestrone Soup<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">some minced garlic ( I used about 4 or 5 heaping tablespoons)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2 cans of great northern beans</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2 28oz cans of diced Italian style tomatoes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1 small can of V8 </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">some basil, oregano and Italian seasoning </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In a separate pot cook noodles.I used 1 pound of Ditalini. Drain, rinse with cold water add in about 1 hour before you eat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have had it simmering all day. It really blends the flavors the longer you can cook. </span></div>
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MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-83947711969596299562013-03-14T09:26:00.000-07:002013-03-14T09:32:45.897-07:00Fear and Changes<div style="text-align: justify;">
In June it will be four years since my Leukemia diagnosis. So many changes that brought to my life!! Some of those changes were good. It strengthened an already strong marriage, it brought perspective in so many things and gave true meaning to "don't sweat the small stuff". The floor will still need mopped tomorrow but Mark John may not want to play that game. That jackass that cut me off may have done it on purpose and it may have been an accident. I control how I handle it. I probably will still holler jackass but it doesn't need to make me all mad. People make mistakes and those mistakes effect me but I can't change it so suck it up and just enjoy the ride. There is no use in letting one or a few small things upset me for a whole day. In short in many ways cancer calmed me. It also gave new perspective to my absolute favorite saying "it is what it is". </div>
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The word cancer also brought fear. The words Acute Leukemia brought a fear beyond anything I had ever known or imagined. It still makes my chest tight. Sadly, some of my friends know that fear and thankfully, others do not. It is a fear that if not put in check can consume you. I decided I must use that fear to fight. Fight with all I had, fight with my whole being. Fight to be here to grow old with the love of my life, my husband. Fight for watching my son grow up. Fight to watch one sister graduate high school, another head to middle school yet another continue her college education and another to marry her soul mate. It made me fight to watch my parents grow old and be here to watch my nieces and nephews become all they will be. It also made me fight to be here and see my friends and all their amazingness. It made me fight to <b>LIVE!</b> </div>
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All these people and my amazing Dr.Rehmus and wonderful nurses, aids and techs on AGMC 5400 & outpatient offices and clinic helped me fight to live! When I got weak they fought for me. When I needed pushed they pushed, when I needed love and caring they gave me love and caring. I am here because of me but also because of all of them!</div>
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The fear is still there but it is different. Now it's the fear is of it's return. While a missed or late period before would have brought no reaction or a happy thought of a baby now it brings a fear. A fear of relapse. Pregnancy brings hormone changes and has proven almost definite relapse. A bruise would have normally had no reaction, now it's a list of questions. Is it is "crazy" bruise? How long has it been there? Is it going away? This is especially hard because I am a huge klutz! God help you if you're the one who asks me about a bruise I didn't know about! Someone asking if I feel alright or mentioning I look pale can send me into a panic. Then it's finding the closest mirror and asking myself, yes out loud, if my color in my lips is good, are my cheeks rosy, how about the color around my eyes? Then a strip search for crazy bruises. </div>
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The further out from remission achieved (July 15, 2009) I get the easier it gets. It's still hard and probably more so because I have anxiety to begin with. Daily meds help, regular therapy helps, an amazing husband who believes with everything in him I have this licked helps, my own stubborness usually helps. I realized last night I went almost an entire awake day without a daily check of above. That is amazing and has never happened before! In almost four years I went longer than I ever had without a thought to Leukemia. That is amazing! Today I am writing this. After last nights realization today I can't get Leukemia off my mind. It happens and i'm not going to let it control me or my day. I am going to keep going and push those thoughts away. I won't lie though, I will do that after I do a mirror check first. </div>
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MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-40238319990865153602013-02-23T07:44:00.001-08:002013-02-23T07:44:54.279-08:00an explanationOver the years many people have asked me about how my chemo was done, why it was done that way, what it meant. This is the best explanation I have seen. It explains it well and in easy to understand language.<br />
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I never had to do maintenance. I was diagnosed with AML M5.MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-13526668242173483702013-02-15T16:20:00.001-08:002013-02-15T16:20:16.092-08:00Marriage by Phil Panebianco<div style="text-align: center;">
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the fusion of two lives.</div>
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Marriage is the sacred vows of love and life,</div>
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the promise to always see things through.</div>
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Marriage is finding that person who completes you in every way,</div>
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a person who knows you, better than you know yourself.</div>
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Marriage is waking up every morning with a smile on your face, a sparkle in your eye.</div>
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Marriage is looking forward to every second sp<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">ent together.</span></div>
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Every smile, every laugh, every tear, every hug, every kiss.</div>
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Marriage is finding that one person who inspires you.</div>
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That one person you never take for granted.</div>
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Marriage is finding your best friend.</div>
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The one friend you know, will never look down on you,never judge you.</div>
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Marriage is complete trust and commitment.</div>
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Two people who would do anything to defend, protect and honorone another, till their last breath.</div>
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Marriage is you and I growing together, happily in love, forever.</div>
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By: Phil Panebianco</div>
</span>MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-1054912086232316142012-12-12T15:04:00.003-08:002012-12-12T16:59:22.429-08:00December 12, 2012 Oncologist visit<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have had a very stressful week. I really don't expect anyone to get it except other survivors but here it is. Extended time between checks is awesome and exciting. It is however also very stressful! Especially the last week before visit. No matter how symptom free you are and no matter how well you feel the doubts creep in. I do my absolute best to keep my faith and keep my sanity but it is hard! I was dealing pretty well considering. I saw my counselor on Monday. That helps a lot. Yesterday I kept way busy and for some reason was much calmer. That calmness carried through to this morning. The calmness carried on till I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror. That is when I noticed I had a surface hemorrhage in my left eye. It sent me in a down word spiral freak out! To those who don't know my retinas hemorrhaged before diagnosis and I had many eye surface hemorrhages during treatment. Hence my freak out! I went to my Oncologist appointment and all my counts are fine and I am doing great! I am trying to recover from today and also not worry about my eye. I will admit is still worries me a bit but at least I know I am still Leukemia free!!<br /><br />So some amazing news my Oncologist gave me today is what I will end with. She specializes in Leukemia and just got back from an AML seminar. She said new statistics are showing that once you reach the 3 year mark (from remission achieved) the chances of relapse are even lower than they had thought. Chance or relapse is actually very slim. </span>MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-16457530336012150562012-11-28T18:59:00.000-08:002012-11-28T18:59:33.674-08:0020 things every mother should teach her sonI read this somewhere else and I never want to forget it and definitely want it for my lil guy when he is older.<br /><br />20 Things a Mother Should Tell Her Son<br /><br />1. You will set the tone for the sexual relationship, so don't take something away from her that you can't give back.<br /><br />2. Play a sport. It will teach you how to win honorably, lose gracefully, respect authority, work with others, manage your time and stay out of trouble. And maybe even throw or catch.<br /><br /><br />3. Use careful aim when you pee. Somebody's got to clean that up, you know.<br /><br />4. Save money when you're young because you're going to need it some day.<br /><br />5. Allow me to introduce you to the dishwasher, oven, washing machine, iron, vacuum, mop and broom. Now please go use them.<br /><br />6. Pray and be a spiritual leader.<br /><br />7. Don't ever be a bully and don't ever start a fight, but if some idiot clocks you, please defend yourself.<br /><br />8. Your knowledge and education is something that nobody can take away from you.<br /><br />9. Treat women kindly. Forever is a long time to live alone and it's even longer to live with somebody who hates your guts.<br /><br />10. Take pride in your appearance.<br /><br />11. Be strong and tender at the same time.<br /><br />12. A woman can do everything that you can do. This includes her having a successful career and you changing diapers at 3 A.M. Mutual respect is the key to a good relationship.<br /><br />13. "Yes ma'am" and "yes sir" still go a long way.<br /><br />14. The reason that they're called "private parts" is because they're "private". Please do not scratch them in public.<br /><br />15. Peer pressure is a scary thing. Be a good leader and others will follow.<br /><br />16. Bringing her flowers for no reason is always a good idea.<br /><br />17. Be patriotic.<br /><br />18. Potty humor isn't the only thing that's humorous.<br /><br />19. Please choose your spouse wisely. My daughter-in-law will be the gatekeeper for me spending time with you and my grandchildren.<br /><br />20. Remember to call your mother because I might be missing you.MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-57444202757425704852012-11-22T17:14:00.001-08:002012-11-22T17:14:50.207-08:00Sweet Potato Pie<br /><br />Sweet Potato Pie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />2 deep dish pie crusts unbaked I like Marie Collandar<br />1 stick of butter<br />2c sweet potatoes mashed<br />2c sugar<br />1tsp vanilla<br />3 eggs<br />3.5 tsp cinnamon<br />1 small can evaporated milk<br /><br />Mix all of the above together and pour evenly into crusts. Bake at 350 for 1 hour</div>
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This recipe came from a girl in a cooking group I used to be in. It is so good!</div>
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8 ounce package cream cheese, room temperature <br />
1/2 cup granulated white sugar <br />
2 large eggs <br />
1 1/2 tablespoons all purpose flour<br />
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1 cup toasted pecans or walnuts (optional) <br />
3 1/2 cups all purpose flour <br />
1 teaspoon baking powder <br />
1 teaspoon baking soda <br />
3/4 teaspoon salt <br />
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon <br />
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg <br />
4 large eggs <br />
2 cups granulated white sugar <br />
1 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled <br />
1– 15 ounce can pure pumpkin <br />
1/2 cup water <br />
1 1/2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract<br />
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter and flour two 9″x5″ pans.<br />
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For the Cream Cheese Filling: Beat the cream cheese just until smooth in a stand mixer or food processor. Add the sugar and process just until smooth and creamy. Add the eggs, one at a time, processing just until incorporated. Do not over process. Stir in the flour. Set aside.<br />
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For the Pumpkin Bread: Sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg in a large bowl and set aside. In another large bowl, whisk together the eggs until lightly beaten. Whisk in the sugar and melted butter, then stir in the pumpkin, water, vanilla extract, and (optionally) nuts.<br />
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Stir the flour mixture into the pumpkin mixture, being careful not to overmix. A few streaks of flour are fine. Divide the batter in half. Take one half and divide it between the two pans. Pour half of the cream cheese filling into each pan, then top with the remaining half of batter. Smooth the tops and bake an hour, or until a toothpick comes out clean.<br />
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Cool pans on a wire rack for 10 minutes, then turn out and cool loaves to room temperature.<br />
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<br />Cut the ends off your eggplant and peel it. Slice it in medium slices. Brush with olive oil. sprinkle with salt & pepper. Cook in pan till soft. Lay on baking sheet. Sprinkle with balsamic vinegar. Slice tomatoes and lay on top, sprinkle with oregano. Slice cheese and lay on top. I then put them on the grill over medium heat for about 20 minutes or in the oven till cheese melts.MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-9870972486036331622011-12-19T05:59:00.000-08:002013-05-10T20:58:07.849-07:00"There are Angels Among us"This is a blog that has been brewing for a few weeks now. Up until then I just wasn't ready to share it other than with a few select people. You can choose to believe what you wish but I personally believe their are Angels Among us and that sometimes God reminds us in small ways and if we are paying attention we hear.<br />
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I am not going to get into a lot about what was going on and what happened that brought all this on. None of it, except this one very vivid memory, is mine anyway. The 2 week period during which this happened is a blank anyway, other than what others have filled in. Here is the gist of it though. I had just finished my induction chemo and was having a very hard time of it. I collapsed on my sisters, Kathy and Elizabeth, basically I almost died twice. I had stopped breathing. This is what started my 2 weeks of no memories other than the actual collapse and this.<br />
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My Mom was up visiting one day and I really have no idea if she was watching me sleep or if we were talking. All of a sudden I asked if she could see him. She asked me who. There was a man sitting on the bed next to me. He had one foot on the floor and the other cocked a bit at the knee and coming off the bed. He was an older gentleman, was wearing a brown bomber jacket with all the patches on it, he had grey hair with some black steaks through it and it was combed over with a little wave in it. To this day he is still very vivid in my mind. I think I really freaked her out for a minute. Then I told her "Mom, I am going to be fine he said I am going to be alright." This is what happened. While he was sitting next to me on my bed he touched my arm near my elbow and told me "Lisa, your going to be alright"<br />
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I really don't know when I started to get better and be more aware. All I know is he was my Angel. I always had faith I would beat Leukemia and no matter how hard things got I kept that faith. I now occasionally need reminded. I have periods where my anxiety gets horrible and I get so scared I am going to relapse. Here recently I was really freaking out. It was the first time I had gotten sick enough to be on antibiotics since before I was diagnosed . I was having a really hard time getting rid of the crud and it scared me. See this is what happened before I was diagnosed. I got the crud and it would not go away! We always have the radio on in the morning and one day the song "There are Angels Among us" by Alabama came on. I firmly believe that was my sign. I was alright and I needed to let the anxiety go and continue to have faith that that was the case. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I remembered when my Angel came to me. This is what I mean about the little reminders and us needing to just pay attention and have faith.<br />
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I was walking home from school on a cold winter day.Took a shortcut through the woods, and I lost my way.It was getting late, and I was scared and alone.But then a kind old man took my hand and led me home.Mama couldn't see him, but he was standing there.And I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers.<br />
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Oh I believe there are angels among us.Sent down to us from somewhere up above.They come to you and me in our darkest hours.To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.To guide us with the light of love.<br />
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When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees.There's always been someone there to come along and comfort me.A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand.A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.<br />
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And ain't it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope.<br />
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Oh I believe there are angels among us.Sent down to us from somewhere up above.They come to you and me in our darkest hours.To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.To guide us with the light of love.<br />
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They wear so many faces; show up in the strangest places.To guide us with their mercy, in our time of need.<br />
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Oh I believe there are angels among us.Sent down to us from somewhere up above.They come to you and me in our darkest hours.To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.To guide us with the light of love.<br />
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To guide us with the light of love.MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-6987947964221628192011-10-18T11:33:00.000-07:002011-10-18T11:34:44.833-07:00Did I bite off more than I can chew?So I sent for information on the semantics of doing a Bone Marrow Drive. I really want to do this. Something I have thought about for a long time now. Ever since I started getting better and was declared cancer free. I am just nervous. I have never taken on something of this magnitude alone. I usually have my partner in organizing, Jenny, to help me. She has some seriously amazing contacts in Mansfield! That girl can also get anyone to donate something! LOL She is an amazing fundraising partner! I am awesome at organization, knowing what I need to get, keeping it all together but I am not always great at getting it. We were the perfect team!<br />
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Anyway, I will quit whining about not having my partner and get to it!<br />
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These groups of people are in the <b>MOST </b>need of donors....<br />
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<li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://marrow.org/images/listitem.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 15px 4px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-style: inherit; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Asian, including South Asian</li>
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Did you know:<br />
Young people age 18-24 are the bone marrow donors needed most.<br />
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Only 30% of patients needing a marrow transplant can find a match within their family. The rest rely on complete strangers<br />
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Currently, the likelihood of finding a matching donor is 66 to 93 percent, depending on race or ethnicity. Minority donors are most needed.<br />
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Donating marrow isn’t as scary as it sounds — and there are 2 ways to give, one that’s much like giving blood but takes a bit longer.<br />
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***give a spit about cancer<br />
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So that is it. I now just wait to hear back from them and see what they say. I have tons of thoughts and ideas running through my head! Need to jot them down and wait for an answer!<br />
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Those of you who know me well know this is a HUGE pet peeve of mine! I stole this list from my step mom Meredith Mariani Dilling. </div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">This is a list from the American Cancer Society. Half of all men and one-third of all women in the US will develop cancer during their lifetimes. http://www.cancer.org/Cancer/index</div><ul style="list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"><li>Adrenal Cortical Cancer</li>
<li>Advanced Cancer</li>
<li>Anal Cancer</li>
<li>Aplastic Anemia</li>
<li>Bile Duct Cancer</li>
<li>Bladder Cancer</li>
<li>Bone Cancer</li>
<li>Bone Metastasis</li>
<li>Brain/CNS Tumors</li>
<li>Breast Cancer</li>
<li>Castleman Disease</li>
<li>Cervical Cancer</li>
<li>Colon/Rectum Cancer</li>
<li>Endometrial Cancer</li>
<li>Esophagus Cancer</li>
<li>Ewing Family Of Tumors</li>
<li>Eye Cancer</li>
<li>Gallbladder Cancer</li>
<li>Gastrointestinal Carcinoid Tumors</li>
<li>Gastrointestinal Stromal Tumor (GIST)</li>
<li>Gestational Trophoblastic Disease</li>
<li>Hodgkin Disease</li>
<li>Kaposi Sarcoma</li>
<li>Kidney Cancer</li>
<li>Laryngeal and Hypopharyngeal Cancer</li>
<li>Leukemia - Acute Lymphocytic (ALL) in Adults</li>
<li>Leukemia - Acute Myeloid (AML)</li>
<li>Leukemia - Chronic Lymphocytic (CLL)</li>
<li>Leukemia - Chronic Myeloid (CML)</li>
<li>Leukemia - Chronic Myelomonocytic (CMML)</li>
<li>Leukemia in Children</li>
<li>Liver Cancer</li>
</ul><ul style="list-style-type: square; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"><li>Lung Cancer - Non-Small Cell</li>
<li>Lung Cancer - Small Cell</li>
<li>Lung Carcinoid Tumor</li>
<li>Lymphoma of the Skin</li>
<li>Malignant Mesothelioma</li>
<li>Multiple Myeloma</li>
<li>Myelodysplastic Syndrome</li>
<li>Nasal Cavity and Paranasal Sinus Cancer</li>
<li>Nasopharyngeal Cancer</li>
<li>Neuroblastoma</li>
<li>Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma</li>
<li>Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma In Children</li>
<li>Oral Cavity and Oropharyngeal Cancer</li>
<li>Osteosarcoma</li>
<li>Ovarian Cancer</li>
<li>Pancreatic Cancer</li>
<li>Penile Cancer</li>
<li>Pituitary Tumors</li>
<li>Prostate Cancer</li>
<li>Retinoblastoma</li>
<li>Rhabdomyosarcoma</li>
<li>Salivary Gland Cancer</li>
<li>Sarcoma - Adult Soft Tissue Cancer</li>
<li>Skin Cancer - Basal and Squamous Cell</li>
<li>Skin Cancer - Melanoma</li>
<li>Small Intestine Cancer</li>
<li>Stomach Cancer</li>
<li>Testicular Cancer</li>
<li>Thymus Cancer</li>
<li>Thyroid Cancer</li>
<li>Uterine Sarcoma</li>
<li>Vaginal Cancer</li>
<li>Vulvar Cancer</li>
<li>Waldenstrom Macroglobulinemia</li>
<li>Wilms Tumor</li>
</ul><div style="line-height: 1.5em;">Raise awareness and encourage others to raise awareness for all Cancers. It makes me so sad that I have yet to find a business that sells product and donates to any Cancer BESIDES breast cancer! Do we really need pink duct tape, pink bubble wrap and all this other stuff? NO! However it does get our attention. We need that for more than just Breast Cancer! I actually talked to a local small business who does a t-shirt for breast cancer and donated proceeds about a Leukemia shirt. The answer ... they can't do that because they print in bulk. Why can't we print something in bulk besides just breast cancer stuff! I know it will take me awhile but I believe I am going to try to find some statistics on all of the above cancers! I know Leukemia and awareness is my passion and others have equal passion for other types of cancer. What i am saying is why is it that the main stream media and business' chose breast cancer?</div>MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-63596533004290334352011-08-21T11:22:00.000-07:002011-08-21T11:24:08.492-07:00My final 2 year check up!So I just realized I never posted an update on my 2 check checkup! I apologize for that! I just got busy with this back to school craziness and forgot!<br />
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I went in for my repeat blood work and everything looks great! My HGB is great, my RBC and WBC are also great. My platelets not only came up but surpassed what they were before they dropped. All in all everything looks amazing! The explanation for this is that everyone has platelets and blood counts that fluctuate. Mine were a concern because they dropped below normal again. This happened because after all this time my platelets had just reached the low end of normal. Anyway all is good but we just had to be careful and check!<br />
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Even better news is this marks my 2 year anniversary with AML and the 2 year anniversary of being in remission. What this means is that my chance of relapse just dropped dramatically. Even more good news for me, I only have to go in every 3 months for a check up. That is pretty much just blood work and talking with the doc. I am so excited I can't stand it! So here ya go AML...<br />
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~Take that AML... Still kicking ass~<br />
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I'm sitting at home tonight,alone,which is unusual in itself. Mark is out of town,Mark John is with his Grandma and Pap Pap & Cora went home a week ago.<br />
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I am having a rough week. My little man is going into 2nd grade! I can't believe it! I am so proud and excited for him yet a bit sad. My little man is growing up! I hate back to school. My time with him is ending! I love doing things with he and Cora. She went home last week which is another wholeexhausting episode! I miss her so much!!<br />
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I have had a lot of little dumb things go wrong this week. My Blazer broke down Tuesday on the way home from Akron and had to be towed, I mooshed my toe in the grocery store the other day and it is still throbbing, now I am having trouble with Mark's beast of a truck that I must drive until he gets home and fixes mine. On top of all that I had to go to a "Protecting our Youth" workshop today and it was really depressing. I can't believe the people that hurt all our children! It sickens and depresses me!!<br />
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What is bothering me more than anything right now is the one year anniversary of my miscarriage. It wasWednesday, August 27, 2007. I can't stop thinking about it this week. I have been doing so much better. I really thought I would get through this without a complete upset this week but all these other little stupid things are piling up and I can't seem to get our child out of my mind. I just keep wondering whether it was a boy or a girl, who's eyes would he/she have? Mine and Mark's or Blue eyes like Mark John. I just wish I would have got to feel him/her move to hold him or her. I hate this feeling of overwhelming sadness. I am just a wreck tonight!! I know that God doesn't give us anything that we cn't handle but sometimes I wonder why he thinks I can handle so much! I wanted and still do want another child so badly! I know Mark doesn't want another child and I respect that and would rather have the love of my life, my husband if I have to choose but sometimes I really wonder why I can't have both! I love my life and am so grateful for everything I have I just wish I had my baby too!!MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-66072882538236882542011-08-21T10:30:00.001-07:002011-08-21T10:31:28.397-07:00A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .<br />
enough<br />
money within her control to move out<br />
and rent a place of her own,<br />
even if she never wants to or needs to...<br />
<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .<br />
something<br />
perfect to wear if the employer,<br />
or date of her dreams<br />
wants to see her in an hour...<br />
<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD<br />
HAVE .<br />
a youth she's content to leave behind....<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .<br />
a past juicy<br />
enough that she's looking forward to<br />
retelling it in her<br />
old age....<br />
<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .<br />
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...<br />
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<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .<br />
one friend who<br />
always makes her laugh.. and one who lets her cry...<br />
<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .<br />
a good piece<br />
of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her<br />
family...<br />
<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE<br />
eight<br />
matching plates, wine glasses with stems,<br />
and a recipe for<br />
a meal,<br />
that will make her guests feel honored...<br />
<br />
<br />
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE<br />
a feeling of<br />
control over her destiny..<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD<br />
KNOW...<br />
how to fall in love without losing herself..<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />
how to quit<br />
a job,<br />
break up with a lover,<br />
and confront a friend<br />
without;<br />
ruining the friendship...<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN<br />
SHOULD KNOW...<br />
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK<br />
AWAY...<br />
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<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />
that she can't change the length of her calves,<br />
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />
that her<br />
childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />
what she<br />
would and wouldn't do for love or more...<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....<br />
how to live<br />
alone... even if she doesn't like it...<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY<br />
WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..<br />
whom she can trust,<br />
whom she can't,<br />
and why she shouldn't take it personally...<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />
where to<br />
go...<br />
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..<br />
or a<br />
charming Inn in the woods....<br />
when her soul needs<br />
soothi ng...<br />
<br />
<br />
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..<br />
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...<br />
a<br />
month...and a year...MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-62878170487647465752011-08-21T10:28:00.000-07:002011-08-21T10:33:18.486-07:00The Tree<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #262626; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, mono; font-size: medium; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></span><br />
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I LOVE this! I think we all need a tree!<br />
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I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.<br />
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While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.<br />
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When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. . His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.<br />
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Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.<br />
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"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children.. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again." "Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before." We all need a Tree!<br />
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Life Isn't about waiting for<br />
The storm to pass,<br />
It's about learning to dance<br />
In the rain.<br />
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Most of you know about the whole dog eating the tylenol episode. For those who don't I gave Mark John some Tylenol and he sat it down on my kitchen table. Dillon jumped up and ate 2 of the pills (Jr strength meltaways). I called the vet and found out that it can be deadly in a dog (thank God all along we were pretty sure that he hadn't taken enough to be deadly) I stayed with him all day and he went to the vet to be monitored while I was at work. Then the dogs decide that they are going to wrestle under my bed. What the dummies don't realize is that 2 of the 3 of them are huge! In turn they knocked the 2x4 support out from under my bed and I can't get it back in and of course Mark is gone,happened the day he left. Then today I had a load of laundry in the washer and the drain came off the slop sink it drains into so I had water EVERYWHERE!! My laundry room is huge too and has 2 chest of drawers in it as well as 2 washers, a dryer,several sets of shelves and a bunch of laundry baskets! That was so fun to clean up! Let's see what else...oh yea Dixie slipped out the door this morning and wouldn't come to me. This is at 6:45 this morning and I had just gotton up so of course I am in my robe and slippers. SHE WOULD NOT COME BACK! To make it worse Sadie was out when she slipped out so they are both running and chasing and having a jolly time. I of course am not!!! I got Sadie to come to me finally...belly crawling of course cause she knows she was bad! Dixie starts running near me but not close enough that I can grab her. I took Sade in and decided maybe if I ignore Dix she'll come. Didn't happen! Then I started to get worried cause she wouldn't stay awayfrom the road and we live on a busy through road. So I am out there still calling her. It finally got to where I yelled at her that she was a stupid fucker! LMAO...theses neighbors must think I a nuts!! I am so lucky i have a sense of humor about myself and everything going on!You would think that it is not possible for these dogs to cause me any more grief this week wouldn't you/ That is so not the case. Dillon seems to decide that every time Mark goes on the road lately he's going to act like a jackass!! In the middle of the night the night before last he pulled the skirt off the chair in my living room. To make it worse this is the chair that Mark fixed last time he came home because Dillon did the same thing last time! Then last night he got into Mark's hats and chewed up 2 of his hats! I hadchewed up ball caps all over my living room!! They are SOOO lucky that I love them!! I am going to pray that nothing else happens in the next couple days!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"></span><br />
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</ul></div>MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-64985762540432684422011-07-26T07:41:00.000-07:002011-07-26T07:41:59.063-07:00My July 25, 2011 doctors appt.As if yesterday wasn't stressful enough just being a doctors appt they decided that screwing up my lab order would be fun! I HATE when hey do that! What happens is they order it as an arm draw instead of a port draw. I have to be drawn from my prt cause I was due for it to be flushed. The poor girl who does it ,Fran, was overloaded already yesterday and this threw her whole day behind. Thankfully, one of the chemo girls was able to come over and access me and get my labs drawn and flushed and get Fran back on track. This girl was awesome! I didn't even feel the needle go in or out! That just doesn't happen! Those of you with a port know exactly what i mean!! Ok so with the blood results now.... I go back in 2 weeks for some more blood work. The doc promises if it was time to worry she would tell me and that it is not. My platelets (what does the clotting work) dropped from 140 to 126 since my last appt. It is completly normal for these to fluxuate however mine have been consistantly going up so they just want to double check before letting me go months without another visit. My monocytes (what the doc really uses as an indicator of relapse or remission) are perfect. So that is good news. I amtrying not to freak and am doing alright with that. Please just send up prayers and good thoughts that everything is good when I go back in 2 weeks.MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-60911916748312464602011-07-01T06:07:00.000-07:002011-07-01T06:07:40.186-07:00Do you ever just feel alone?The title says it all. Do you ever just feel alone? For the majority of my life I have always been surrounded by people. The move to Mansfield almost 10 years ago was hard but "home" was only an hour away. I could go whenever I wanted. As time moved on Mark John got bigger and started swim lessons, story hour, preschool, school and I met people. I am very fortunate that I do meet people easy. This time for some reason that just isn't happening. I met and am friends with 2 very nice girls. We spend time together and I so enjoy it and look foreword to it. All the other times and it is a lot, I am alone. I don't like alone, I don't do alone well at all! I know this and can't seem to correct it. I am just a people person! My husband works very long hours and that is just his job and that is how it is. It is impossible for me to get a job right now, I need to be home for Mark John. I have thought about it and once we get to the point he is old enough I believe I am going to get my SC Opticians License. I miss it. It was something I enjoyed. I loved doing what I did and I was good at it. Not in the cards right now though. Even if I found a posistion during school hours I still am not leaving him alone on school breaks or Summer vacation. Say what you want but I am a firm believer that at this age it is so important for kids to not be alone for hours on end. I know sometimes it can't be helped and then you do what you gotta do. The thing is I don't have to go to work I am just starving for a way to meet people! In all honesty I think I am in a funk and I am just not quite sure how to fix it....I'm lonely and I am alone way too much. When I say that I mean adult alone! MJMightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-40347260636801658262011-06-03T10:21:00.000-07:002011-08-21T10:53:15.477-07:00My lastest dr appt...May 2011<br />
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I just went for my 2 month check up and everything looks great! The doctor is very happy! I actually have normal blood counts all across. That is the first time since before diagnosis! They are still on the low end of normal but that is alright because they are consistently rising. I go back in July for my 2 year check up and as long as everything is still good and it will be I get to start going every third month instead of every 2! Thank you to all for the continued prayers and support!<br />
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It was weird this morning I was having rambling thoughts run through my head of AML and all I have been through. It is so scary and unless you have fought cancer you really can't truly understand. You don't understand what it is like to live in a body you are afraid of. To know that you are alright or to know that you are sick again but have to wait for the doctor to give you the news. In the meantime if you feel alright you live with the fear that the doctor will tell you you are wrong and the fight starts over again. Every bruise or cut you get you analyze how you got it, what you bumped, how bad it is. Is it horrible compared to what you did? Do you need to call the doctor? Is it going away fast enough? Then there is the cuts! God help you if you get a cut! The fear of infection is horrible! I have been on so many prophylactic antibiotics in the last 2 years it is crazy! I am now to the point where they say my counts are high enough I don't need them anymore but cuts still scare the shit outta me! I am still scared to do normal everyday things. You should see me shopping, it is ridiculous! I panic and get a huge hot flash. We are talking dripping sweat! Who wants to see that! It is freaking ridiculous! Why, you ask? I panic because people are dirty and have germs! I have become a huge germaphob! I can't wait to go to the beach and I love the sound of the waves, the smell of the ocean, watching the sea life. I am scared to death of the water and even a little of the sand. Why you ask? There are so many things in the sand that can cut me and I could get an infection. I know to most this sounds ridiculous but isn't. It is the daily life of a survivor.<span></span><br />
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I am not complaining mind you. I am thrilled to be alive, to watch my son grow up, see my sisters, niece, nephew grow up, grow old with my husband. I am just saying I am still scared. It is something I deal with every day. I take happy pills and they help. Especially with the panic. I have back up emergency ones I sometimes need too. Not often but occasionally. Generally I deal with it by smiling and being happy to be alive. Every once in awhile though the fear really sneaks up and slaps the shit out of you! Those are the days that get you! For me those days seem to come when I am close to doctor visits, they come occasionally upon leaving my house and going somewhere for an extended period of time makes me panic a bit. The difference is I still do it! I don't let AML win! I still kick AML's ass and I will continue to do so! So fear you can kiss off! I am tired of you and I will fight you every day! I will not take it and I will not give in! I will do whatever I have to do to kick you down and give me, Mark and Mark john a normal life! So take that!MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-83705306661850811962011-05-27T09:29:00.000-07:002011-05-27T09:29:15.443-07:00tattooSo I have never been much of a tattoo person for myself. No reason really other than I have a hard time paying someone to hurt me. I like them on most people and really think to each their own. Well, ever since I have been in remission I have been seriously considering a survivor tattoo. This is so totally unlike me! I have had to wait and I will probably have to wait longer. Honestly, I don't even know if the doctor will give the okay. If she doesn't the idea is off. I am not messing with remission! I know what I want to an extent and where I want it now I just have to find out if it is alright. Oh and maybe I should talk to my husband about it!MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-78215795061873446672011-05-19T12:48:00.000-07:002011-05-19T12:48:28.265-07:00AHHHHH!I have no clue what is going on with my kid lately! I swear since he turned 10 he is like a different kid! He has always been a little argumentative but nothing like this! He argues with me about everything! It is so frustrating! Keep in mind I by no means let him get away with it and he has a healthy enough fear of me he doesn't push too far. The bad thing is I used to send him to his room and tell him to argue with the wall and not come out till he had a better attitude...now it's not so easy! He argues about going to his room! I can't pick him up and put him there anymore he is 112lbs and last time he was measured he was 4ft 9in. It is so frustrating! The worst part is the arguments are over stupid stuff! I just had to get it out and vent! He is generally a very good kid and I am so blessed for that but the know it all attitude and arguing is for the birds!MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-71318135105503872632011-04-19T08:41:00.000-07:002011-04-19T08:41:33.255-07:00So proud of my lil man<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Last Friday Mark John and I went to dinner with my friend August and her 2 girls Alex and Hailey. Hailey just so happens to be Mark John's girlfriend.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn779h1Qa8CGuTg-dY2oVRhmRiDmHZ-nDc-0bzttAfFHZ000K2AXFiwPtevjIs21ab2TuJTmbbfTRSlmwVz_9MsbBu3rkLCfS758qXx25NTD7oEEceLyvZj7_9pmlX8B484cX4i9AXX30v/s1600/cute+mj+alex+hai.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn779h1Qa8CGuTg-dY2oVRhmRiDmHZ-nDc-0bzttAfFHZ000K2AXFiwPtevjIs21ab2TuJTmbbfTRSlmwVz_9MsbBu3rkLCfS758qXx25NTD7oEEceLyvZj7_9pmlX8B484cX4i9AXX30v/s320/cute+mj+alex+hai.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>as you can see Hai is having to use a crutch and also has a boot on her foot. Mark John is always good about opening her car door and does it for Alex also. He is really good about helping with moving the seats up and down too. This is something his Daddy has drilled into him since he was just a toddler. You don't drop doors on people and you always hold a door open for a lady. It is disrespectful not too. He is amazing about this! I'm not saying he doesn't occasionally forget but for a 10 year old lil man he is amazing about it! So to get on to my proud evening. We met August at her Mom's and all piled into her car. MJ as usual held the car door and helped Hai and Alex with the seat. We had a bit of a ride and it was beautiful. I have never been out to Oconee since we lived here. It was very cool to see all the lakes, the dam and the even the Nuclear plant. I don't think Mark and Hai quit talking the whole way! We arrived at the restaurant and he helped the girls out of the car and made sure Hai didn't lose her balance on the way in. It was so cute to see all 3 of them holding hands. Alex is younger and doesn't understand the whole holding hands because you like someone. This was very quietly explained to Mark John by August. If you hold one you hold both. Alex doesn't get it! We went on into the restaurant and I noticed how Mark John held out Hailey's chair for her before he sat down..so proud. We all ate and it was so good! I love me some seafood! We talked and chatted and had a great meal! Mark John and Hailey are still talking! LOL So it's time to leave and while we are waiting on August I get out my camera phone. Any of you who know me well know I love pictures! Here are some from that night! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicb7wXqSpXPR6R0SbrtnbdvZFwDaSdtWXbBTvvqKilgVYEbbh1G3nl-MLEonERSW-WhhdpaYyEfUR5K-n9MS6kK-D7O5HvOozsv_9oxl4L5xxXLEFkuUlWiCFb0UYHUx7lIviPxWzLVRkT/s1600/mark+and+hai.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicb7wXqSpXPR6R0SbrtnbdvZFwDaSdtWXbBTvvqKilgVYEbbh1G3nl-MLEonERSW-WhhdpaYyEfUR5K-n9MS6kK-D7O5HvOozsv_9oxl4L5xxXLEFkuUlWiCFb0UYHUx7lIviPxWzLVRkT/s320/mark+and+hai.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>Alex doesn't have a whole lot of interest in serious pictures which is how I got this one of just Hai and MJ. I absolutely LOVE this picture! They are so cute! So now we are off to home and with their full bellies the kiddos are very quiet! Alex wants to watch a Barbie movie and even MJ and Hai are quiet. Everyone has a full belly and it is past all of their bedtimes. It's dark and crazy windy now with all the storms moving in. I happen to glance in the backseat and MJ and Hai are holding hands. So adorable yet so scary! I am not ready for this whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing! Thankfully August isn't either and we both keep a very close eye on things. The thing is if I was picking MJ's girlfriend this is who I would pick! They have so much in common and are best friends! They have so much fun together! We had a great time and I am so proud of the lil man my boy has become and will continue to be!MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6583140216163255716.post-91521587257683645952011-03-28T04:21:00.000-07:002011-06-01T15:02:14.096-07:00Wash your hands nasty!!<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Washing your hands after you use the restroom is something my mother ingrained in me and is something I am trying to do to my child. Honestly, for years I took it for granted that everyone washed afterwords. Boy, was I mistaken! I am so tired of seeing people not wash their hands & telling their kids not to wash their hands. To start this is just gross and beyond that the fecal matter on their hands can cause all kinds of illness and they are spreading it on everything they touch! Washing your hands also helps keep sickness at bay. I was at lunch with a friend on Friday and was waiting my turn to use the restroom. This lady opened the door then touched the handle and flushed, no foot trick used! She proceeded to leave the restroom and go finish lunch without washing. GROSS! Mind you this is my opinion but there is tons of data and research to back up how washing your hands can keep illness away! So until everyone learns to wash their hands I bathe in hand sanitizer the second I leave the store and use soap and water when I get home. I don't want any of their nasty shit...literally I guess!</span>MightyMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18166417701354512072noreply@blogger.com0