<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495</id><updated>2012-02-13T07:40:53.289-08:00</updated><category term='Good Friday'/><category term='Count your blessings'/><category term='What it is'/><category term='Long day....'/><title type='text'>An Unexpected Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog devoted to helping others commit to living with passion and hope. You CAN survive cancer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7473215603083150887</id><published>2012-02-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:40:53.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient Safety - Lack of Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A few days back on MedPage I read an interesting article on patient safety. What caught my attention was that it was related to communication between the patient and the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Although Medpage is open to virtually anyone, my guess is that the population most likely to refer to it would be the medical community, so who would the target audience be?&amp;nbsp; The medical community?&amp;nbsp; Yes, exactly. I think it will be an enriching experience for the already well-educated doctor to partake in commo lessons designed to help them relate to the patient, who in many cases, may not be educated.&amp;nbsp; While working on my master's degree, I took several communications classes and when you don't have a good connection between the sender and the receiver, a breakdown will occur in the transmission of information.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As a patient, if you don't understand what your doctor, or nurse, is explaining to you, you have an obligation to YOURSELF, to ask them to slow down and explain it in terms that you can understand.&amp;nbsp; Most will be happy to do so. What I have found is that they are just speaking in a lingo they've become accustomed to and not trying to deter you on purpose. If you are one of the other kind of patients I have seen that does not want to know, then please, at least let a family member, or close friend, be at the appointments with you, to help make sense of the chaos.&amp;nbsp; In the long run, at least their presence by your side will be comforting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here is Medpage's article as it was printed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Conversations in Movement Disorders: Communication and Patient Safety &lt;/h4&gt;Discover how effective dialogue and feedback between patient and physiciancan help you achieve optimal patient outcomes.&amp;nbsp; Communication errors were the underlying cause of 65% of unexpected negativepatient outcomes between 1995 and 2004, according to the Joint Commission onAccreditation of Health Care Organizations. Learn how to improve yourcommunication and patient safety with this new activity, &lt;i&gt;Conversations inMovement Disorders: Communication and Patient Safety.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;This ground breaking, media-rich learning experience addressing howphysician-patient communication impacts patient safety and offers methods forimproving interpersonal communication. Learners will be asked to identify their     personal communication style and then observe reenactments of actual     clinical situations and patient interviews; Hear about physiatrists’ own     experiences regarding the impacts of communication breakdowns as well as     examples of successful efforts; and learn to identify the traits     of four distinct communication styles and how to adjust to them in     real-time situations resulting in an increase in understanding between     patients, physicians and other medical professionals, enhance the flow of     information and ultimately, improve patient outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a regular follower of the page, I have found it quite useful and also good reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on 13th day of February 2012, I hope that you are having a beautiful, healthy as can be, day and know that you are exactly where God wants you to be today and always.&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful Valentine's day everyone.&amp;nbsp; Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7473215603083150887?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7473215603083150887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/02/patient-safety-lack-of-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7473215603083150887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7473215603083150887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/02/patient-safety-lack-of-communication.html' title='Patient Safety - Lack of Communication'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3383698563773321832</id><published>2012-01-25T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:43:39.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another TNBC patient</title><content type='html'>Toni has passed and so now, in her honor, I am re-posting a post from July 7, 2011 for someone else diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first started this walk down cancer road.  I was scared.  Probably just as much, if not more so, than a lot of you out there. Both my parents died from cancer, my sister had Stage 2 triple negative BC, and I too was diagnosed as triple negative.  I remember feeling like I couldn't breathe. I also remember my first three words....."Oh my God"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely he heard my cries because for all the days that followed, I knew HE knew what HE was doing and that I must trust in HIM.  You have a choice with God, just as you do this disease.  You can walk with HIM/it, or away from HIM/it.  I chose to walk with HIM because as I've known all my life, I know he will carry me when I am weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found it imperative to keep a sense of humor. Trust me, aside from the gravity of my situation, there were also several jokes tossed around. That and my sister's falsey tossed into the pool...where it floated..and I laughed till I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the days are not going to go by any faster or slower just because you have cancer. And, I bet you will be more grateful for each sunrise and each sunset that you get to enjoy. Take each moment as they come whether you feel great, or not so great.  Part of this whole deal is that the treatment designed to heal our bodies actually makes us sick at first. Just roll with it and take it as a cue from your body that it is doing its job.  That is all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are unsure if you can do this and get through it, trust me - YOU can, and you will.  There are thousands of us out here, right here, sending you blessings.  We do care about YOU and your cancer and we want you to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't perfect but sometimes our society strangely acts as if it is supposed to be.  If that were the case, we'd be in heaven already, right??  So, don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's my thoughts, now chin up, shoulders back, smile, and breathe....it's going to be just fine.  Hugs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3383698563773321832?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3383698563773321832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-tnbc-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3383698563773321832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3383698563773321832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-tnbc-patient.html' title='Another TNBC patient'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2862103959109395085</id><published>2012-01-23T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:45:25.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TNBC Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past weekend, I found myself doing odd things at times.&amp;nbsp; Listening to loud music, louder than normalfor me; eating more than normal, exercising a little less, and being a littlemore emotional than I might ordinarily be. &amp;nbsp;And my heart aches a little more than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know exactly why I feel this way and I can say it in oneword.&amp;nbsp; Toni.&amp;nbsp; She has been my “TNBC hero”, if you will, forsome time.&amp;nbsp; She has been a medicalmiracle in so many ways for the last few years, until the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; And now she is in hospice, dying.&amp;nbsp; She is four years older than me with ahusband and son and they are going to bury her sooner than later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This disease is vicious and very real….it always has been.&amp;nbsp; Not just for you and me, but for the manybefore us who so unfairly never got to meet their grandchildren, or watch theirsons and daughters walk down the aisle. &amp;nbsp;I know that research is doing what it can, butit needs to hurry up! Too many have died already.&amp;nbsp; If they can track one bovine with mad cowdisease and send rockets into space – why on earth can’t they find a root causeof this DNA problem and fix us.If any researcher reads this, &lt;i&gt;please hurry&lt;/i&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend and co-worker said something this morning thatresonated with me. She said, “I don’t know how you do it. I think I wouldrather just be driving down the road and have a heart attack and be gone thanlive with knowing this can or will come back for you”. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yeah,but it is what it is.&amp;nbsp; Triple negativesknow statistics are against them, but I’m intending to be on theupside of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And with that thought and for our Toni, I say, we must shakethose moments and just really live each day.&amp;nbsp;Enjoy a walk on the beach, a funny movie, a phone conversation with anold friend, or your pup and kitten playing.&amp;nbsp;Really take it in and love that moment for it will not pass again.&amp;nbsp; And when the good Lord does come for me, Iknow I will have lived and loved to the best of my ability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hugs to all~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2862103959109395085?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2862103959109395085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2862103959109395085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2862103959109395085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='TNBC Hero'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3076671946986624993</id><published>2012-01-19T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:34:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army of Women is looking for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Army of Women is currently looking for women in the United States who had a benignbreast biopsy after January 2000 and have NOT been diagnosed with breastcancer.&amp;nbsp; What they are writing is that some women who have had a benign breast biopsyare at higher risk of developing breast cancer than women who have not had abenign breast biopsy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-right: -232.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-right: -232.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This study will investigate whether theamount of DNA damage seen in the cells in normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; breast tissue is an indicator of risk. If you agree to participate, it will include a questionnaire,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;pathology slides from your biopsy, and paraffin from your tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-right: -232.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers are looking for 400 women in this study.&amp;nbsp; Research is the only way to find a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; cure for breast cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-right: -232.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-right: -232.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You can participate if you meet this criteria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-right: -232.4pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;• You are a woman over the age of 18&lt;br /&gt;• You have had screening mammograms performed&lt;br /&gt;• You have NOT been diagnosed with breast cancer (including DCIS)&lt;br /&gt;• You had a benign breast biopsy after January 2000&lt;br /&gt;• You were NOT pregnant or breastfeeding when you had the benign breast biopsy&lt;br /&gt;• You were NOT using birth control pills or menopausal hormone therapy when youhad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the benign breast biopsy&lt;br /&gt;• You have NOT tested positive for the BRCA 1 or BRCA 2 mutation (if known)&lt;br /&gt;• You live in the United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you are interested in this, please go to:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dr Susan Love’s Army of Women – Contact at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.armyofwomen.org/rsvp/618?utm_content=Untitled-20120117135325&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Mailings&amp;amp;utm_source=iPost&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;https://www.armyofwomen.org/rsvp/618?utm_content=Untitled-20120117135325&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Mailings&amp;amp;utm_source=iPost&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3076671946986624993?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3076671946986624993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/army-of-women-is-looking-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3076671946986624993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3076671946986624993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/army-of-women-is-looking-for-you.html' title='Army of Women is looking for you!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8938932266938130453</id><published>2012-01-11T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:43:33.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundown Tinting in Birmingham AL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of my best friends, Kellie, lives in Alabama and she and her husband have an autotinting business (www.sundowntint.com).&amp;nbsp; They do exceptional work I mightadd!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, for all my friends in the Birmingham area, listen up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sundown Window Tinting and Design&amp;nbsp;will make donationsto "Making Strides" via my website at &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/goto/Arla"&gt;http://main.acsevents.org/goto/Arla&lt;/a&gt;. I&lt;/span&gt;f you purchase abumper sticker at $5.00, $4.00 will be donated to Making Strides.&amp;nbsp; Theyare doing this with the Arthritis Foundation and Humane Society as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To support this, Sundown Window Tinting &amp;amp; Design isgiving away $600.00 worth of work (i.e. ceramic tinting of your car, paintprotection, signs, printed signs, advertisement signs, banners, vehicle wraps,etc.) to a lucky purchaser of one of their bumper stickers.&amp;nbsp; All you haveto do is take a picture of the bumper sticker on your vehicle and send them apicture of it on your vehicle, or you can post the picture on your facebook andfriend request Sundown Window Tinting so they can see the picture on yourfacebook.&amp;nbsp; Once they get the picture, you will be entered into the drawingof $600.00 worth of free work at Sundown Window Tinting and Design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Support them and they will support the thousands of othersin need!&amp;nbsp; What a great idea for paying itforward to Get Up, Dress Up, and Show Up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Which, if you will notice, that was my motto too….LOVE this!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please support them if you can.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AND, if you are out of town, call Kellie,she will work with you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8938932266938130453?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8938932266938130453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/sundown-tinting-in-birmingham-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8938932266938130453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8938932266938130453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/sundown-tinting-in-birmingham-al.html' title='Sundown Tinting in Birmingham AL'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8028141380858116868</id><published>2012-01-08T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:39:24.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone! Well, it is way after ringing in the new year, and I've fallen behind on my duties to keep you up to date on my health - and hopes. In my recent postings, you saw that I did one of my bucket list trips and went skydiving at 18,000 feet with my oldest son, Brad. That was amazing and unforgettable.&amp;nbsp; This last week, my youngest son, Kyle, was in town and his Christmas present was a ticket to jump - along with many other things of course.&amp;nbsp; So, why did I give him "this gift"?&amp;nbsp; Well, one, because he really wanted to jump and two, because for me, I felt a little closer to God and I hope he did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of other things while he and his girlfriend were here. We made pottery, saw the Blue Man Group, went on an air boat ride, and watched movies (our favorite past time). We went and saw Sherlock Holmes - Robert Downey Jr AND Jude Law at the same time? YES!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I nursed a muscle spasm in my back that is unlike anything I've ever felt before so I continued with physical therapy and that helped loosen the muscles up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done much research as of late because over the Christmas holiday, I learned of a friend going into hospice.&amp;nbsp; She, too, is triple negative and has been such a fighter and good christian woman.&amp;nbsp; She knows what is coming, sooner that she would have liked, but she looks forward to a peaceful heaven, and to greeting us all again one day. Me too.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, her prognosis set me back a little bit, so I just didn't feel up to writing. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell people that cancer was good to me. I know - CRAZY!!! Right?&amp;nbsp; But in many ways, it was. It brought me back to my faith; it made both my family and friendships stronger - in a very real way; and it helped me become less vain. Every day, I can choose to be happy or not, and I choose to be ecstatic for having more time.&amp;nbsp; Am I sick? Nope, not at all.&amp;nbsp; I am two years NED. But I won't take one day for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want every moment with my children to be something they remember with a smile, or a laugh. I want my co-workers to know that I do care and I'm not just "performing", and even when I walk my dogs, I want to focus on their joy of just being with me.&amp;nbsp; Right now, I have all three dogs and a kitten on me and yes, typing this is a challenge as the kitten chases the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions: I have given thought to a resolution as many do each year. This year, I think I would like to knock off another item or two on the bucket list and continue to live as if I'm dying.&amp;nbsp; I mean, after all - no one gets out alive, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, more often than not, we don't know how much time is left, but it's what we do with that time and the people we share it with that is so important.&amp;nbsp; So come on, join me - do something today that makes you step outside your comfort zone, or check an item off YOUR list, or even just sit and quiet your soul and listen for God. He's still there, waiting for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings for a happy and healthy 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8028141380858116868?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8028141380858116868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8028141380858116868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8028141380858116868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6080276826699531147</id><published>2011-11-18T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:50:34.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendar is Complete!!</title><content type='html'>The 2012 Hope Calendar is finished! If you would like to see it, please go to:&lt;br /&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/share/received/welcome.sfly?fid=f8ec47f73a1981d76276141d224b0f78&amp;amp;sid=0AcOGzJqzcNWjlg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be able to view it.&amp;nbsp; Each woman in the calendar is a breast cancer survivor who offers a short statement on what helped her succeed.&amp;nbsp; If you are interested in purchasing one of these, the cost is $15. Please let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time meeting the ladies and sharing with them.&amp;nbsp; As much as we are all different, we have a great deal in common as well. One thing I have found is that much of what we think and feel after experiencing cancer is the same as the next person.&amp;nbsp; We move on and try to live our lives as fully as possible knowing in the back of our minds that somewhere deep inside us, it remains, and could return at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being the week before Thanksgiving, I urge you to reflect on what you give thanks for and what you are grateful for in your life.&amp;nbsp; What are your special memories, and if you were to write a book, what would you say. On the flip side of that, if someone were to write a book about you, how would that book read?&amp;nbsp; Would you be proud of what others were reading about you?&amp;nbsp; What can you do this Thanksgiving to make it that much more special for others around you - just in case.&amp;nbsp; We never know what is in store for us and ya know what, it's not really about us anymore, it is about those who we love and wish to do well for and by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, here's a few idea's to help you make your Thanksgiving just a bit more special for family, friends, and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Read a Thanksgiving story with your family.&amp;nbsp; If you are alone, read one that resonates especially with you.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; If you have family and friends over for dinner, ask each person to recall a special memory and talk about it. It will create fond memories for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Go to church and praise God.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Go see a parade - or watch one on TV.&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Invite someone in need into your home to share the day, or go to one of your favorite charity's and serve others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we help others less fortunate than ourselves, it often causes us to feel better about our own predicaments.&amp;nbsp; I've said many a time here, I am blessed and very lucky because I am still alive.&amp;nbsp; And while I am still alive, I want to make others laugh and smile....if only for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not on here beforehand.....then here's to wishing you all a very blessed and Happy Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6080276826699531147?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6080276826699531147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/calendar-is-complete.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6080276826699531147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6080276826699531147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/calendar-is-complete.html' title='Calendar is Complete!!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5782924676041692902</id><published>2011-11-14T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:42:04.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving - One More Check on the Bucket List!</title><content type='html'>Good Monday morning all! This past weekend was unlike anything - ever! On Friday evening, my wonderful son, Brad, emailed me and said, "Hey, momma, wanna go skydiving tomorrow?" And me being the kind of mom not to let my boys do something crazy by themselves, said, "Yeah, let's do it!"&amp;nbsp; And then I thought, "Good Lord, I seriously must be losing it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely slept that night thinking I was going to jump 15,000 feet out of a perfectly nice airplane, and possibly to my demise. Holy crap! But.....why not?&amp;nbsp; I always wanted to feel the wind "beneath my wings" so why not try it with my son!&amp;nbsp; And let me tell you - as far as bucket lists go - PUT THIS ONE ON YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing!!!! Did I say amazing?&amp;nbsp; I meant to say freaking fantastic!!!&amp;nbsp; After almost wetting my pants when the plane took off (because precisely at that moment you realize there is no backing out), I was terrified on the plane, and at the door, but once I actually jumped with my awesome tandem instructor Cris, everything changed. It is an indescribable feeling, but I will try to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you are dreaming and feel like you are falling and you shake and wake yourself up?&amp;nbsp; It does not feel like that at all. LOL It is quite the opposite actually.&amp;nbsp; You are indeed falling at 120mph towards the ground, and the wind is rushing through your ears and hair quite loudly as you try to grasp the magnitude of everything around you.&amp;nbsp; With all that going on, you still almost feel like you are being pushed up from the wind, instead of actual free falling.&amp;nbsp; We spun around in a few flips and circles and Cris even let me "fly" our parachute. Of course, when the parachute opened, I wasn't ready for that part, and *whoosh* it pulls you back....and then you just float.&amp;nbsp; The whole thing lasted about seven or eight wonderful minutes and Cris, who was so awesome, touched me down as light as a feather, and I just walked right out of the harness (really!!) Having said that, if you are in Florida, I highly recommend Skydive Space Center in Titusville!&amp;nbsp; I kid you not.&amp;nbsp; I was so psyched.&amp;nbsp; My adrenalin was still going at full speed several hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, other than the initial boarding of the plane and looking out of the door before the jump, it was absolutely spectacular.&amp;nbsp; So spectacular, that I do hope to do it again.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and did I mention, that because Brad and I were jumping with the seasoned jumpers who had more than 20,000 jumps, they took us to 18,000 feet.&amp;nbsp; Not that we would have hit the ground any harder (you're still going 120mph), you just get a longer ride.....ahhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT was worth the check and check mark.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5782924676041692902?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5782924676041692902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/skydiving-one-more-check-on-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5782924676041692902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5782924676041692902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/skydiving-one-more-check-on-bucket-list.html' title='Skydiving - One More Check on the Bucket List!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4756868211445955418</id><published>2011-11-02T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:16:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Risk vs. Heart Health??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id=""&gt;OK ya'll....I need to get this "off my chest", so hold on.....Another "new" study has been published by the American Medical Association that states: "Even moderate drinking increases a woman's breast cancer risk".&amp;nbsp; Seriously, this after finding out that it also helps the heart by reducing the risk of heart disease.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;Of course, their study doesn't tell women not to drink at all, I mean, why would it?&amp;nbsp; It seems to me that these "doctors" getting grants (or whatever) and performing studies provide more confusion than conclusions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;I would like to know how long this particular study endured for Dr Wendy Chen be able to conclude that the alcohol intake "over a long period of time" (lifetime) increases the breast cancer risk".&amp;nbsp; I listened to her on WKMG, Channel 6, this morning and was blown away by this PhD's responses.&amp;nbsp; She never had any solid information, only "recommendations" such as "reduce the alcohol intake to several per week".&amp;nbsp; Ok, I give - just what does that mean?&amp;nbsp; I myself have an education and would be afraid to explain THAT sentence to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;Quite frankly, if you can't tell, I am exhausted with studies and the conclusions that "everything" leads to breast cancer.&amp;nbsp; Yep, it does.&amp;nbsp; Now that we know that, stop saying it and scaring the crap out of women, young and old.&amp;nbsp; We would benefit our communities much more if we focused on how we fix the breast cancer issue instead and find a flipping cure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;Finally, oh educated ones, seven surgeries later and waking up every day seeing a "new study" is actually old.&amp;nbsp; I live with the fact of wondering if today will be the day IT returns, so, please stop screwing around with maybe's and possibilities and start providing real conclusions - or better yet - solutions - for breast cancer.&amp;nbsp; Only then will women stop having to have their breasts removed from their chest or worse - dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4756868211445955418?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4756868211445955418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/breast-cancer-risk-vs-heart-health.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4756868211445955418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4756868211445955418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/breast-cancer-risk-vs-heart-health.html' title='Breast Cancer Risk vs. Heart Health??'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6990152741857334571</id><published>2011-11-01T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:28:09.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A combo for TNBC?</title><content type='html'>New news has been posted that may help triple negative breast cancer patients.&amp;nbsp; According to Medpage Today, researchers are stating that Avastin plus Taxol works just as good for TNBC as it does for non-TNBC patients.&amp;nbsp; I think that is promising news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing this DOES indeed say is this:&amp;nbsp; Researchers are working diligently towards finding a cure, not just for a single type of breast cancer, but even for the most hardy cancers, and this is awesome.&amp;nbsp; Triple negative patients generally have a shorter life span than does non-triple negatives, BUT, take heart, there are so many different treatments being formed for now that the cancer is actually beginning to respond to treatment.&amp;nbsp; Ten years ago it didn't respond to anything and women just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have been quite tired as of late, but I have learned to recognize when I am overdoing it, and I guess if I am honest with myself, either I haven't gotten enough rest each night, or I have gotten too much rest.&amp;nbsp; Either way, I'm kind of blah, but I know it's a phase I just have to get myself out of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cannot figure out why on earth I am craving chocolate.&amp;nbsp; And Lord knows I have eaten my share of it too - shame on me - bad chocolate!!&amp;nbsp; Never in my life have I craved chocolate.....and it sure isn't helping my cause any....... any idea's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and hang tough....people are working hard to take care of YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6990152741857334571?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6990152741857334571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/combo-for-tnbc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6990152741857334571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6990152741857334571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/combo-for-tnbc.html' title='A combo for TNBC?'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6704764928826229958</id><published>2011-10-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:05:09.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For ALL Women</title><content type='html'>Well, last Saturday, I did walk the Making Strides Breast Cancer walk.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful morning - I mean really spectacular.&amp;nbsp; At 0700 it was cool and crisp and the sun came out to gently warm us just as the walk began around 0830.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk was scheduled to start at 0800 sharp, however, many participants got stuck in traffic, so it was delayed to allow extra time for everyone to begin together.&amp;nbsp; This year, more than 7,000 people participated in this walk.&amp;nbsp; That is phenomenal.&amp;nbsp; Viera is not a huge place to begin with, but it sure has a lot of heart.&amp;nbsp; The Avenues continue to support this cause with the American Cancer Society and Lexus and each year it just continues to grow. I don't know how much was raised yet, but I'm sure its over the 500K mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step is magical for me. I know I've said it a hundred times, and I will likely say it another hundred, but I KNOW how lucky I am to have each day, and I take none of it for granted.&amp;nbsp; To be here and be able to walk along side these other survivors, and family members who walk for those who are no longer here, is completely humbling to me. I find it hard not to cry. Not from pain or poor experiences, but the richness in my heart that I feel every time I am among such a group of committed people.&amp;nbsp; I feel.....lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many that I carried with me during my walk, and I prayed for each of you.&amp;nbsp; I had my little list in my shirt.&amp;nbsp; I always carry you with me, here or not.&amp;nbsp; One day, there WILL be a cure.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I also believe it will require environmental changes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all of you out there who continue your own battles, know that you are loved and prayed for.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, 7,000 people prayed for you Saturday morning....wow!&amp;nbsp; Believe and hang tough. You CAN do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6704764928826229958?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6704764928826229958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-all-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6704764928826229958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6704764928826229958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-all-women.html' title='For ALL Women'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6331683829595350017</id><published>2011-10-21T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:15:54.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Third Walk</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my third walk as a breast cancer "survivor".&amp;nbsp; I've been a survivor all my life, but being in this group is different because your status can change on a dime.&amp;nbsp; You have to keep your thoughts and spirits positive because according to science, your body will act/react to your thoughts/moods, etc.&amp;nbsp; This is not to say that anyone can think themselves healthy or think themselves sick, it is just to say that positivity breeds positivity and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calendar I have been working on for the last few weeks is almost done.&amp;nbsp; We have one photo shoot left and it is complete. I am excited! We already have about 20 orders for them - and that doesn't include what I shall get for my own family.&amp;nbsp; I designed them with one word in mind:&amp;nbsp; HOPE.&amp;nbsp; And then used a survivor for each month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled to still be here to walk tomorrow. Each step for me is symbolic of the all steps taken to get here to this day, to walk with the other survivors.&amp;nbsp; And, I am so grateful to have the opportunity to do so.....I hope to see you there....I am uploading a one of the hope pictures I recently took - I have to thank Trisha with TC Photography.&amp;nbsp; She has done a wonderful job with the pictures.&amp;nbsp; If you would like a calendar, they will be $15. All proceeds will go to Making Strides to help patients with appointments, mammograms, chemo, and other important necessities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6331683829595350017?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6331683829595350017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/third-walk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6331683829595350017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6331683829595350017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/third-walk.html' title='A Third Walk'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3055254405044655418</id><published>2011-10-07T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:58:52.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years, Four Months, Five Days</title><content type='html'>I know, you are asking yourself, "What kind of title is that?" Well, for me, it's an important one.&amp;nbsp; Two years, four months, and five days ago, I received that dreaded call sitting in the same chair in my office that I sit in now.&amp;nbsp; I remember that feeling as my breath was sucked out of me and my thoughts became garbled in four words, "You have breast cancer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never really been sick before then - I mean really sick, like what this unknown person on the other end of the phone was telling me, and every radar antenna I had went up and all defenses turned on.&amp;nbsp; Just like that.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know how, I didn't know where, I didn't even know what I needed to do, but I did know one thing - I was going to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have gone back on this day of surviving two years, four months and five days as a triple negative BC patient and re-read some of my posts.&amp;nbsp; I also looked at the photographs again, wow, it's been an amazing journey I must say.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've made myself laugh at some of the things I wrote, and then with some of the others, well, I must apologize, for surely the medication was kicking in and my spelling wasn't the best.&amp;nbsp; But, the reason I went back to look was to see if I had been keeping my promise to myself, and more importantly to YOU - have I reflected my "get up, dress up, and show up" attitude.&amp;nbsp; I think I have, and Lord knows, I've been honest for sure. Sometimes too honest, but I refuse to lie to you.&amp;nbsp; The truth is what it is and you deserve nothing less than that and my mutual respect. That is the mother and soldier in me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thank Jesus, for helping me through this and giving me two amazing children and a sister who I could not have done this without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is October so reach out to every woman you know and remind her to get her mammogram.&amp;nbsp; Do it verbally, on email, here on a blog, and on face book, too.&amp;nbsp; "We" want more birthdays than ever before.&amp;nbsp; Do you want a good dose of hope?&amp;nbsp; I took a photo of a woman who was diagnosed with BC in 1976. The tumor was the size of her breast so she had a mastectomy.....and she is still with us.&amp;nbsp; Now how's that??? You should be smiling now.... go ahead, you can do it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3055254405044655418?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3055254405044655418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-years-four-months-five-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3055254405044655418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3055254405044655418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-years-four-months-five-days.html' title='Two Years, Four Months, Five Days'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5249334034366384654</id><published>2011-10-05T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T06:57:21.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's On!</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  The calendar is on!  I still do not have a confirmed sponsor, but I fully believe where there is a will, there is a way.  I just know this is the right thing to do and the pictures that we have taken so far are beautiful!!!  I can't wait to share it with all of you - and I hope that you will buy one when they are ready!  All proceeds will go to the American Cancer Society.  ALL proceeds.  I am/have been a cancer patient so my only wish is to help someone else get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women in the calendar will represent "HOPE" for others who are diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012 - and beyond.  Some have been survivors for 9 months, some for 40 years.  They come from all backgrounds and ethnicity's - just like breast cancer.  I am so looking forward to the finished product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only 17 days left before the Making Strides walk here.  If you are able, please go to my page and donate.  You can find it at:&lt;br /&gt; http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY12Florida?px=14996179&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=35980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funds raised help breast cancer patients with rides to their appointments, wigs and such, the Reach to Recovery program, and much more.  Every day another woman is diagnosed with breast cancer, but the good news is that there are 2 million of us beating it because of continuing research.  I have one word for that statistic: Yayness.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of your week.  If you are fighting the fight - don't give up.  There are so many of us out here rooting for you.  We have done it, and so can you.  Put one foot in front of the other and push through it - you CAN do this.  Sure this is hard, but remember why God gave you knees, to get down on them and look up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my motto was (and still is) to get up, dress up, and show up.  That, and putting on a little lip gloss makes me feel pretty good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5249334034366384654?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5249334034366384654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5249334034366384654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5249334034366384654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s On!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5567753752792481349</id><published>2011-09-19T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T05:55:35.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a Calendar?</title><content type='html'>OK, late last week, myself and a co-worker were chatting it up and came up with a pretty neat idea... we have decided to do a calendar of local survivors and give all the proceeds to Making Strides for Breast Cancer.  What more beautiful way is there to contribute to the cause and to also honor our women who have endured such battles?  I was picturing the entire thing in my mind as we talked it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker, Trish, one of our CSI Techs at the PD, is also a photographer who does photography on the side via her own small company called TC Photography.  We are looking for a sponsor at this time, and I am confident that we will come through with one.....So, I need YOUR help - if you know of someone who would be interested in one - being part of the calendar or two - sponsoring this wonderful adventure, then please send them my way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good deeds are returned by good karma..... Have a blessed Monday everyone!  Hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5567753752792481349?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5567753752792481349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-about-calendar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5567753752792481349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5567753752792481349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-about-calendar.html' title='How about a Calendar?'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3457782564153920179</id><published>2011-08-12T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T05:54:37.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Strides - 2011 - Lucky Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello Everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I am the lucky one because I am here today and I get to write to all of YOU out here in blog-land, and you have been important in my life whether you know it or not. You have been a teacher, a classmate, a friend, family.....someone who  sent an awful joke to me, or an unknown friend who has sent me words of encouragement along my journey.  For all of it, I thank you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know the economy is dreadful and in worse shape than most of us have ever seen, and it does no good to cast blame, it just is what it is.  As a country, we will pick ourselves up, dust off our knees, and drive on, because that is what we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With regard to Making Strides for the American Cancer Society, I am opting for a different approach to implore you to support this  cause. But first, let me tell you that because of your support last year  I raised more than $2600 and my team, The SPICE RACK, raised over $4200!  I  am very grateful to everyone who donated.  Thank you, thank you, thank  you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This year, I am requesting (praying) that everyone I know donate between $1-$5,  (unless your company can afford to donate more to a charity, then please  do so).  From that angle I hope to raise a few  hundred dollars this year.  I know it is going to be tough, but this is not an option for me - it IS about survival.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As you know, this cause is very personal for me, and my sister Pam.  Triple negative  breast cancer patients are only just now surviving in the last 5-7 years  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;because of research&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Only a short 11 years  ago, they didn't even know triple negatives like us existed and women just died because nothing helped them. They would go through heavy doses of chemo and radiation and all the medication and nothing; they wracked their bodies and died anyway.  RESEARCH SAVES LIVES - I, my sister,  and many other triple negatives are living proof of it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BUT, this fight is not over because the cure has not been found.  Until  we find a cure, mothers, daughters, sisters, and wives will continue to  die.  I have seen women of all ages - 20s, 30s, 40s and up....and it is heartbreaking.  I still weep for my friends who lost their lives to this disease way too young and will never meet their grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, today, I humbly ask you to &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; donate to my Making Strides campaign where your money WILL go to research and WILL help save lives. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I honestly believe that I am still here to talk to my own children and say goodnight to them  because of research in the last ten years.  That thought overwhelms me because I know how lucky I  am and I don't take one conversation with my boys for granted; I savor every single moment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I monumentally thank you for your time, your love, your guidance, and your friendship.......and as always, your generosity.  To get to my Making Strides page, please copy the below link and paste in your browser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="shortcut_link"&gt;http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY12Florida?px=14996179&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=35980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and long life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3457782564153920179?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3457782564153920179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/making-strides-2011-lucky-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3457782564153920179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3457782564153920179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/making-strides-2011-lucky-me.html' title='Making Strides - 2011 - Lucky Me!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1148148174334028820</id><published>2011-07-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:41:07.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACS - Extreme Makeover - It could be YOU!</title><content type='html'>It is that time of year again that the Brevard County American Cancer Society is hosting their "Extreme Makeover" event.  If you would like to nominate someone you know - or yourself, please see the flyer I have posted here.  This is for breast cancer patients, men and women alike and consists of a full day of pampering and opening ceremonies for Making Strides! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was privileged to be one of the women selected for the makeover last year, and it was truly a blessing.  This year, I hope to be the photographer so the ACS staff can go about their day and do the final touches for the opening ceremonies (at which those selected will be honored).  As they run around doing last minute things, I hope to capture those special moments throughout the day of pampering as ladies (or men) are made over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my way of giving back to those wonderful, wonderful ladies at ACS who made me feel so special last year.  I had a hard time holding back the tears, even with all of the lovely makeup.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone - or - know someone who knows someone - please share this super opportunity with them.  Share their story.  Maybe they will be selected for an amazing day of much needed - and deserved - pampering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs to all ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1148148174334028820?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1148148174334028820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/acs-extreme-makeover-it-could-be-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1148148174334028820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1148148174334028820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/acs-extreme-makeover-it-could-be-you.html' title='ACS - Extreme Makeover - It could be YOU!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7748518208223783051</id><published>2011-07-13T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:44:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattooing</title><content type='html'>Well, two years, one month, and seven surgeries later, I finally received my permanent makeup, or tattoo's if you will. Today is the fifth day with them, and I will tell you this: "Ladies - there is hope in breast reconstruction!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Judy Newdom of Facecrafters in Sarasota, FL, did an absolute superb job.  She used a variety of 5 or 6 colors, and the areolas sort of look 3-D.  Although I and others who know me know my chest is not my natural born chest, Judy added the final artistic touches and I am very pleased.  And get this, the two hours it took her to complete, she did at no cost.   Some people are unbelievably giving and she is one of them.   Judy is also a survivor and understands the complexities and emotions we go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not normally advertise for others here, but I am making an exception.  Judy Newdom is truly a gift to the breast cancer community she serves. If you or your loved one is looking for areola tattooing or other permanent makeup such as eyebrows, eyeliners, or lip lining, please do yourself a favor and call her first at 941-351-1333.  You'll be glad you did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Judy for your dedication to others and for helping me feel like a natural beauty again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7748518208223783051?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7748518208223783051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/tattooing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7748518208223783051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7748518208223783051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/tattooing.html' title='Tattooing'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8677911962441440712</id><published>2011-07-07T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:29:12.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just  My Thoughts Today</title><content type='html'>I remember when I first started this walk down cancer road.  I was scared.  Probably just as much, if not more so, than a lot of you out there. Both my parents died from cancer, my sister had Stage 2 triple negative BC, and I too was diagnosed as triple negative.  I remember feeling like I couldn't breathe. I also remember my first three words....."Oh my God"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely he heard my cries because for all the days that followed, I knew HE knew what HE was doing and that I must trust in HIM.  You have a choice with God, just as you do this disease.  You can walk with HIM/it, or away from HIM/it.  I chose to walk with HIM because as I've known all my life, I know he will carry me when I am weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found it imperative to keep a sense of humor. Trust me, aside from the gravity of my situation, there were also several jokes tossed around. That and my sister's falsey tossed into the pool...where it floated..and I laughed till I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the days are not going to go by any faster or slower just because you have cancer. And, I bet you will be more grateful for each sunrise and each sunset that you get to enjoy. Take each moment as they come whether you feel great, or not so great.  Part of this whole deal is that the treatment designed to heal our bodies actually makes us sick at first. Just roll with it and take it as a cue from your body that it is doing its job.  That is all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are unsure if you can do this and get through it, trust me - YOU can, and you will.  There are thousands of us out here, right here, sending you blessings.  We do care about YOU and your cancer and we want you to get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't perfect but sometimes our society strangely acts as if it is supposed to be.  If that were the case, we'd be in heaven already, right??  So, don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's my thoughts, now chin up, shoulders back, smile, and breathe....it's going to be just fine.  Hugs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8677911962441440712?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8677911962441440712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-my-thoughts-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8677911962441440712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8677911962441440712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-my-thoughts-today.html' title='Just  My Thoughts Today'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5380338173162541368</id><published>2011-07-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:14:35.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>My MRI was clean - NED (no evidence detected) and my oncology appointment went very well.  It still seems strange at times that after two years of walking around first like a zombie, then with hesitation and concern, to just go back to being normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what normal is now, but by God, I'm going to enjoy it everyday! And, I am scheduled for my tattoing. After seven surgeries, a deadly bacteria that nearly killed me, chemo, and all the other Triple Negative complications, I can't believe that the thought of two little tattoo's is a bit scary to me.  Must be because I'm afraid of springing a leak....been there done that - several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are new to the breast cancer world, I won't say welcome, I will just say let me extend a big "God-hug" to you. This is not the most exciting path to walk, but we hold our heads high, with as much faith, grace and dignity we have, and we fight with we all can muster.  I hope you choose to do the same.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read my story, for me it was a no-brainer. For what may have seemed scary for me, was scarier for my children.  I cried not for me, but for them as I asked God for mercy.  Having lost my own mother at a young age, I became determined to fight hard. I greatly missed out on not having her around as I became a wife and mother and soldier and many other things. And she missed out on her awesome grandchildren.  In a nutshell, I plan to stick around as long as possible to meet my own grandchildren one day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day weekend is upon us.  This great country we live in offers us so many opportunities, even when we feel we are taking two steps back. Be a part of it - and celebrate your life, and our freedoms. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness...amen...feeling pretty blessed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5380338173162541368?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5380338173162541368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/results.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5380338173162541368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5380338173162541368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7993275553020630166</id><published>2011-06-15T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:40:23.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>Well, another day and another MRI.  Nothing bad I hope, but I have had this awful nagging backache for some time now. Aside from having some back pain prior to cancer, I was hit by a pick-up truck and I have fallen - twice.  I didn't just fall though, my feet went out and I went down *poof* - it was one of those "What the heck just happened?" moments - both times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because of the never ending pain that keeps me up at night, I had an MRI (thanks Leslie!).  The timing was good because I go to see my Oncologist next week.  I have been feeling pretty good, too, so I am hopeful that all is well and as progressing as it should be.  I take vitamins daily - including C and D and I walk for 30 minutes!! My hairdresser says my hair is growing "crazy fast"...cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this crazy chocolate craving though that just doesn't go away.  The only thing I've found to counter it is a fruit bowl from Publix.  They have the best fruit.... ever.  Aside from helping with the craving, it is a natural sugar boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is doing well from her bilateral, and an old supervisor will have hers on Monday. Is it just me or does breast cancer seem to be going around like the flu?  I bet if you stopped to think about it, you could name at least a handful of people - men and women, who have either had it in the past, or recently been diagnosed with it.  At first, I thought I didn't pay any mind to the sheer numbers of it because it did not affect me personally, but that is not it. Everyday, more and more women are diagnosed with this dreadful disease.  Thank God for great (and continuing) research. That is probably part of the growing diagnosis/equation - the ability to diagnose at earlier stages. Which means, more lives can be saved long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ladies - listen up. Your gentle reminder....If you have not scheduled your mammogram, please do so.  You are loved and this one simple test can save your life!  I am living proof of it. If you don't have time to call right now, at least write it down on your calendar to make the appointment - YOU are worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7993275553020630166?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7993275553020630166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/06/mri.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7993275553020630166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7993275553020630166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/06/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2837920477626811089</id><published>2011-06-06T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T06:19:22.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, June 2d was my two year anniversary since being diagnosed with breast cancer.  It allowed me time for reflection on my life, this blog, and where I want to go and what I want to do.  For starters, I signed up for a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also graduated with a Dual Master's degree from Webster U.  An accomplishment I've waited pretty much all my life for. :)  At the graduation, the President of Webster, Dr. Beth Stroble, even said some kind words about me that were totally unexpected. When I got up to meet her and take my photo with her to receive my diploma, she said she was glad to finally meet me....wow, I was thinking the same thing about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a photo with Jen Arnold and Bill Klein.  Bill's dad was another student / friend in school.  Great guy with a great sense of humor.  I wanted the photo with them sort of as a reminder that of the things we go through in our own journeys, some endure a lifetime of challenges....If you haven't seen them yet, you can catch them on TLC, the show is called "Little Couple".  Wishing them the very best in all that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more school....until I start teaching...yay for baby steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2837920477626811089?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2837920477626811089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2837920477626811089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2837920477626811089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-weekend.html' title='A big weekend'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1418071039199463539</id><published>2011-05-16T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T05:44:12.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deciphering BRCA negative...just what does it mean for you?</title><content type='html'>I have FIVE women in my family (myself, my sister, and three cousins) that are/have been breast cancer patients, and all of us are BRCA negative.  For the longest time I've thought, "Surely this gene is in my family".  Surely, I must be right.  I researched BRCA and decided to share with you what I found because I believe everyone should understand the results.&lt;br /&gt;A negative BRCA test result means that you do not have a detectable mutation (gene) in BRCA1 or BRCA2. Sometimes, there is a known BRCA mutation in other family members, and it is referred to as a ‘true negative’.  This means the gene causing the cancer in your family has been identified and you do not carry the same mutation.  What does it mean to you?  It only means that your negative result reflects it is unlikely that you carry a BRCA1/2 mutation.&lt;br /&gt;Statistics show that approximately 12% of all high-risk people have a BRCA1/2 mutation that is not identified yet, so it’s missed by the test.  Genetic testing is not yet perfect and current techniques cannot “read” the gene/DNA completely.  &lt;br /&gt;It is also possible that you are not the right person in the family to have this test, so if you tested negative it may be necessary to look at your family and determine whether it might be more appropriate to test someone else.  Both myself and my sister have taken this test and we are negative yet we are both triple negative breast cancer survivors.&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of this is the question, what doesn’t the negative test result mean?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean you don’t have a gene mutation.  You could still be at an increased risk for cancer because you might actually have a BRCA1/2 mutation, it just hasn’t been identified yet.  Also, the negative test result does not mean that you cannot get cancer. And it doesn't mean you can stop visiting your doctor. You should continue to follow up with your specialists and take your health seriously.   &lt;br /&gt;When I had my test, I considered it to be a preemptive strike against my cancer. If I had/or didn’t have the mutation, at least I was aware of the results and could move forward in an educated manner.  I will not take this cancer lying down…unless I have just awakened from another surgery……I will become as educated as possible, from reputable doctors and hospitals that I trust.  &lt;br /&gt;Genetic testing is getting better and better each day and the medical community is making leaps and bounds strides against breast cancer.  BRCA is the current test, and hopefully one day soon, a more predictable accurate test will be available that can identify every mutant gene.  Until then, stay educated and know your body and your disease. Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1418071039199463539?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1418071039199463539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/05/deciphering-brca-negativejust-what-does.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1418071039199463539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1418071039199463539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/05/deciphering-brca-negativejust-what-does.html' title='Deciphering BRCA negative...just what does it mean for you?'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-49724909968898023</id><published>2011-04-30T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:03:10.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "God Week"</title><content type='html'>There have been all kinds of things happening this week, so I decided I would call it a "God-week"....his reminder that HE is in charge - not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 7-10 days, areas from Kansas to Ohio and Texas to Georgia have been pummeled with rain, flooding, and tornado's. People are losing all the material things they have worked so hard for - and some of their most prized possessions.... loved ones. Tuscaloosa and Birmingham, AL, my Army home for six years, was torn to shreds in EF4 and EF5 tornado's.  This pains me as I watch the people look for their loved ones, their pets, and pieces of what may be left of their homes.  My heart truly aches to see anyone feel such great loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is making her way through the beginning stages of her breast cancer experience and I pray for her daily, to receive good care from the doctors, and mercy from God.  And my friend Debbie, well, she is not so good.  She is in the last stages and is now with hospice, and back in the hospital with a signed DNR. She has a tube running through her nose into her stomach to drain the fluids that have built up. I could feel the tears as I left her bedside.  I don't know if that is the last time I will see my friend or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a spirited note, this morning, I went for my Graduate photo's.  I will finally graduate this coming month and I am thrilled, however, it is overshadowed by the things going on around me.  And that is very much ok - so many others are in such great need.  Lord, give them strength.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all say this:  "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and staff, they comfort me."  I don't know what HIS plans are, but I must trust they are good and our lives were planned for us long before we entered this life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my own journey with breast cancer has been quite a haul.  There were days that I wasn't so sure I would make it and sometimes, like this morning, I feel guilty. Days when my body hurt everywhere, and I looked just awful (to me)... and I was hit by a car, and got the flu....and the list goes on and on....but I never gave up.  On the contrary, I would look up and just say, "Really?? Come on, give me a break."  Now, I just want to say, "Give them a break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are entering into a journey of your own with cancer, you set your pace between you and God.  Trust HIM to get you to where you are supposed to be.  I can only say that of all times when I should have lost faith in everything, I found it and found myself, and remembered that family, faith, and love is what living is really all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this "God-week" of turbulent times, hug your loved ones a little closer, smell your child's clean hair, sit by the beach and let the sun warm your skin, or just sit quietly and listen for God.  HE is there, watching, waiting, and carrying you just when you will need him most.  And, if you can't hear him - call me....he might be a little busy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-49724909968898023?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/49724909968898023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/49724909968898023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/49724909968898023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-week.html' title='A &quot;God Week&quot;'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5093366385822347335</id><published>2011-04-21T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:10:39.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies - Easter Message</title><content type='html'>It has been some time since my last post and I have been very busy.  My oncologist has finally allowed me to go 6 months in between appointments, and my reconstruction specialists are about done.  The only thing left to do is paint a pretty picture, if you know what I mean (color them in). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing well taking vitamins regularly with minerals to help support and sustain that which my body needs.  I have also taken my awareness to a heightened level where stress is concerned.  I do not want to become very stressed out any more as a part of me believes that for so long I lived that way.  Now, I let go and let God as much as I possibly can.  At least I'm trying...the fates test me regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many classes and two thesis' later, I will graduate with a Dual Master's degree, with Honors, on May 7th. Throughout all the chaos of the last two plus years, I continued my education.  Mostly, to show my children that they can do anything they set their hearts and minds to do regardless of the situation.  It has been a very challenging and difficult time as my mind has wandered all too often, compliments of chemo I'm sure.  I've been lucky in that my instructors have allowed me to use my laptop when my hands and bones hurt, and notes at critical pathways that would help ensure my success.  I thank them all genuinely for their patience and support.  I hope to become a successful and compassionate college instructor myself after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I learned that my cousin has been diagnosed with Stage II IDC. I remember that awful gut wrenching feeling of not knowing what really lies ahead.  Not being in control. Cancer sure has a way of reminding us what humility is. She is a strong woman though with a strong family and friends network, and I believe that she will come through this just fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young girl, a few years her junior, I always looked up to her.  She was tall and beautiful, and a model. And she had this infectious laugh that could make a whole room laugh.  And she did, and still does. I still remember my dad saying something to her that made her blush 50 shades of red and the family roared with laughter.  Carolyn, you are still beautiful, and regardless of what you choose to do, you will STILL be beautiful when your treatment is over.  The good Lord knows what he is doing.  Keep the faith cousin, and remember what your knees are really for.  HE will carry you as he has promised. For my friends, please say a special prayer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to a special sermon of sorts. With Easter on our door steps, may you all be gently reminded of what Easter is really all about - the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It is a time to celebrate HIS victory over death and man's hope for eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before His death, Jesus had promised eternal life to those who followed Him. That Jesus rose from death reflected his infinite power.  And ever since I was a little girl, the one message that has been said over and over and over again....is that Jesus said,  "For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting eternal life." (John 3:16).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Easter, wherever you are, I wish you hope, peace, and love.  Always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5093366385822347335?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5093366385822347335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-flies-easter-message.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5093366385822347335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5093366385822347335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-flies-easter-message.html' title='Time Flies - Easter Message'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2944847813971167509</id><published>2011-02-02T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:16:50.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Survivor Care Plan (as read in New Connections)</title><content type='html'>I recently read that every cancer patient should have a survivor care plan, and after reading the article, I agree.  Because I think it is SO important, I’ve copied much of the article for you here so that you can read it for yourself.  If you would like to see the entire article, please go to the New Connections site of the American Cancer Society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A survivor care plan is really a record of your cancer care that can help you monitor and maintain your health long after treatment ends. Your plan doesn't need to be complicated; in fact, it can start with a simple pen-and-paper list of information. At its most basic, your plan should include: &lt;br /&gt;• The date of your diagnosis and the medical name of your cancer, along with a pathology report of any biopsies you had&lt;br /&gt;• The name of the medical professionals who cared for you, including the doctor who diagnosed you and the doctors in charge of your treatments&lt;br /&gt;• The type or types of treatment you received, as well as any potential side effects or long-term risks of that treatment&lt;br /&gt;• If you had chemotherapy, the dates of your treatments, names and total dosage of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;• If you had radiation, the dates of your treatments and the total dosage of radiation&lt;br /&gt;• If you had surgery, the dates of your surgery and the names of the medical professionals who performed the operation&lt;br /&gt;• Any complications you had from the cancer treatments or surgeries&lt;br /&gt;• A list of any follow-up visits and the results of any tests conducted during those visits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have to go to different sources to get this information, but you should get it soon after treatment ends. Some doctors and hospitals are now helping patients create survivor care plans as they reach the end of cancer treatment. If you're working with your health care team, your plan may also include: &lt;br /&gt;• Contact information for support groups&lt;br /&gt;• Other support resources&lt;br /&gt;• Tips for living a healthy lifestyle to reduce your risk of cancer recurrence or new cancers&lt;br /&gt;• A schedule for screening for recurrences or to look for new cancers&lt;br /&gt;• Information about your legal rights regarding employment and insurance&lt;br /&gt;All of this information may prove valuable in the future, so it's a good idea to keep your survivor care plan in a safe and accessible place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the article reminds everyone that treatment may one day be behind you, but it is important to take the time to create a survivor care plan now so you can be the best possible long-term advocate for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've enjoyed this update!  Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2944847813971167509?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2944847813971167509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-survivor-care-plan-as-read-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2944847813971167509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2944847813971167509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-survivor-care-plan-as-read-in.html' title='Making a Survivor Care Plan (as read in New Connections)'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4666571984772317484</id><published>2011-01-30T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T07:50:23.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Coast Music Fest</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  I have two tickets up for a "chance drawing" or raffle, if you will, to the Space Coast Music Fest here in Melbourne on April 15-16.  The tickets are for both days AND include two backstage passes to meet either Miranda Lambert or Dierks Bentley!!!  Priceless!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, all proceeds will go to the Relay for Life event that will be held here at the end of April.  Doing my best to help other cancer patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - we would like to have an Arts and Crafts show sometime around April 9th.  Not having experience in this arena, I think it could be a good showing, but still need some guidance - and a lot of hope to pull it off!  Will keep you posted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy.....between work, school, and seminars, I have not been very attentive to my site here and I apologize to those of you who do check in periodically.  I promise that when I finish school next semester, I will get back to educating on cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week!  If you want to purchase any tickets towards the raffle, please leave me a note here or email me.  Tickets are 1 for $2, 3 for $5, 6 for $10 and so on..... hugs everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4666571984772317484?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4666571984772317484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/space-coast-music-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4666571984772317484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4666571984772317484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/space-coast-music-fest.html' title='Space Coast Music Fest'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-784918948672777359</id><published>2011-01-18T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:58:24.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping HOPE Alive</title><content type='html'>Everyday I sit back and try to think of new ways to keep the focus on finding the cause and finding the cure for breast cancer. I fund raise for Making Strides and Relay for Life in the hopes that funds go to help those who need it most. I believe it does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect that I think is just as critical is keeping HOPE alive. I recently read that approximately every three minutes another woman is diagnosed with breast cancer. That is what...20 women an hour, 480 women each day, 14,400 each month and 172,800 each year.  When you look at it like this, it is overwhelming and almost gut wrenching because lately it seems that almost every week, someone I know is being diagnosed with a dangerous BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that somehow with my survival thus far, it is imperative that I make time to offer hope, and help that newly diagnosed woman - or man - keep their hope alive. As those who have had breast cancer know, with a diagnosis comes many dark days and life altering decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I go back to what I've said many times during my writings - if you haven't yet scheduled your mammogram for this year, please do so.  Write yourself a promise to do it - you will be saving those who love you most from endless worrying, sleepless nights, and long hospital stays.  Love yourself enough to give your body hope.  Hope that you never have breast cancer, hope that if you do get it, your body will stay strong enough to fight back, and hope in our medical community as they continue to research every available option to save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closing words for you are these:  I PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to promise me that you will schedule your mammogram.  Even if it is 4 months out.  Don't get caught up in your busy day to day schedule and keep forgetting because cancer waits for no one.  My hope for you is that you walk away and go to your calendar to make a note that says, "I promise"....and follow up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you have many years ahead with your family, your friends, your neighbors.  And yes, your breasts and hair, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise I'll stay right here and keep writing to you.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-784918948672777359?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/784918948672777359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-hope-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/784918948672777359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/784918948672777359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-hope-alive.html' title='Keeping HOPE Alive'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-9085049692970151056</id><published>2011-01-05T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:31:56.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy is GOOD</title><content type='html'>Well, the New Year began with a bang - figuratively and literally! :) The fireworks woke me up which was good because I love to watch the ball drop and they were also beautiful to watch as I looked outside my window. I thought to myself how much I would miss these kind of treasured moments so I take them in and commit them to memory....and shortly thereafter I fell back to sleep.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day, I went to bingo with my sister and won.... $1,000...now THAT'S the way to start the year off right! Off course we always split and she held up her end and won a few times both that night and the next day so we did good!  We spend a lot, but when you hit on that kind of jackpot - it is sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in what I think will be the very hardest class of my Master's Degree Program.  Finance for Managers. I took Statistics in my BPA to AVOID anymore math classes...lucky me.  To make it worse, I'm taking TWO classes!!! I'm a sucker for punishment I guess.   Actually, when I found out I had cancer, I had to take a  semester off and then only took one class at a time. Now that I'm feeling better, I am determined to graduate in May and walk across that stage with my boys in the audience.  They are, after all, the very core of my life and why I do everything I do.  I want them to realize that no matter what, they can do whatever they put their minds to...and they know that - this is just reinforcement. ;)  And you, this is your reminder that YOU too can do anything you set your mind to do.  Think and be positive and it will be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after graduation I might like to write a book - maybe a motivational book for cancer patients.  I'd prefer to be a motivational (and fun)(not funny per se) speaker, but I don't know yet...Choices. That's what I like. I will have the opportunity to choose....and of course, I'll share it with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being on the mend and being busy is good. It makes me feel good and alive.  And that is something I want to do a whole lot more of....Cheers to a great new year!! hugs to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-9085049692970151056?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9085049692970151056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9085049692970151056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9085049692970151056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-is-good.html' title='Busy is GOOD'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1344549372041145874</id><published>2010-12-25T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:55:17.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Jesus!!</title><content type='html'>This time last year, I honestly wasn't certain whether or not I would survive to see this Christmas.  I am ecstatic!  While my health has not quite yet caught up with my head, this year is so much better than last.  I am 7 surgeries in and holding up..well, I have a cold, but in my case, that just doesn't count! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And EVERY Christmas we have so much to be thankful for, so first things first.   Thank you Lord...for being.  Christmas is because of Who we celebrate- Jesus Christ, the Son of God and the second Person of the Blessed Trinity. He came into this world through Mary, the immaculate virgin of Nazareth.  .....and for always being there for me, in light, in darkness, in strength and in weakness. Even when I turned away. You were there. You are there.  I hear you - more than ever before.  I see all the little miracles now. And I am certain that I have missed many in years gone by, but I silently wait and hope you will continue to show me more. And you do. I am humbled by your grace.  You are my every coincidence. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my breast cancer sisters, I pray for you each night. You are never far from my heart. From my mouth to God's ears, I pray for your speedy recovery. Timi, Janet, Suzi, Norma, Adrienne, Cindy, Debbie...there are so many of you that I could name another 50 names.......For each one of you, my wish is peace and hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new definition of HOPE is this:  Humility, Obedience, Pampering, and Empathy.  We should be humble; courteous and respectful of others.  Obedience is that we should care for our bodies as God intends and treat it as a temple.  We should find the time to pamper our own tired bodies, and others for they fight some kind of battle, too.  And finally, empathize with others to understand who they are and why they feel as they do.  These things will help make all of us better people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last message this beautiful Christmas evening is in regard to another type of blog. On Facebook, we have a "Random acts of kindness" blog. I love it.  There are several people committed to doing at least one kind thing for someone else each day. I am so very moved by this group.  I hope it becomes HUGE and I would love to see everyone I know take one day and pay it forward or perform an act of kindness.  There is so much unjust and there are a lot of people who could benefit from your smile, your hand, an opened door, a bag of groceries.....heck, buy a stranger a lottery ticket...who knows, YOU could change their life.  That may be a stretch, but you get the idea.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, while this may not be so random, here is my story.  I have been under the weather, but I got up and did it anyway....I have a brother who has spent more of his life behind bars than not, he has hurt many of our family members by lying or stealing. I could go further, but its not necessary. I took cough medicine, ibuprofen, put on my best smile and went to see him on this Christ-mas day. After having to wait for more than an hour to get in, I finally got to see him and was glad I went. It did us both a world of good.  We sat and talked and laughed with some other folks nearly the entire time. And I fed him - lots of junk food. His favorite is a honey bun with peanut butter with m&amp;ms mashed up on top. His smile was so genuine and he couldn't believe that I came to see him on Christmas. I knew that it had been important to him.  He is my brother, and I miss him.  And I smiled to myself as I thought, "I know, I know...WWJD? He would visit." Message received.  Like I said, I'm glad I went.  While you cannot change stupid behavior, you can promote harmony and give of yourself to help another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this may not fall into the category of a random act of kindness and I don't really think it should, I tell the story because it is the immediate effect my visit had on my brother that is the moral of the story.  When you do something, big or small, for another person out of love or compassion you bring something special to their day......and in that one special moment all is exactly as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have been blessed with an abundance of gifts and I have had the ability to "adopt a child" for Christmas. I bought her many things, and trust me, it did more for my soul than it will have done for her this day...but oh how I would have loved to have been there when she opened her Princess Barbie......that was number one on her list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.  I hope that in your day you have kept Christ in your 'mas and listened to him as you've gone about your busy schedules.  Take the time to quiet your soul and hear him for he IS talking to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, how does all of this relate to my cancer and Christmas. I am here, and I get feel, live, smell, laugh and take it all in.  Every single breath of it. And my promise is to continue to keep Christ front and center, do good for others, random or not, and always, always, keep HOPE in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1344549372041145874?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1344549372041145874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1344549372041145874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1344549372041145874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank you Jesus!!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-9189696202099066301</id><published>2010-12-24T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:56:12.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Set at at Time</title><content type='html'>Ladies - and men! I just want to share a recent FB email with you.  It is the reason I started this blog, and continue to do this blog.  It is also my Christmas wish for every woman who reads this that they will mark their calendars to schedule their annual mammograms and perform their monthly breast self exam.  It could save your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its entirety, my friend and old co-worker sent me this about one week ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wanted to let you know that I had my mammogram done and the girls are healthy as can be. Viera diagnostics, who does the mammograms, gives roses to each of the women who come in for the test. The technician who did the test was so nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt important and respected because I went in for my test. Sounds so silly when I see it in writing however, I really wanted to share this with you because of all you have been through and you inspired me to make the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this would bring a smile to your face. Merry Christmas Arla, for you are a shining star".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that note, my friends, made me feel like a shining star this week. To know that she is healthy - and took the time to do this important test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all of you.  May you be blessed beyond your wildest dreams with peace, good health and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-9189696202099066301?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9189696202099066301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-set-at-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9189696202099066301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9189696202099066301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-set-at-at-time.html' title='One Set at at Time'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5404044302679591145</id><published>2010-12-16T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:59:08.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 7</title><content type='html'>This morning I had my "Lucky 7" - seventh surgery that is.  They finally worked on reconstructing my nipples.  I was wide awake for the entire thing - now THAT was different.  A little freaky for someone like me.  I don't like blood and guts - especially my own. BUT, as usual, they did a fine job.....thought I might just wrap myself up, slap a bow on me for a Merry Christmas!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly will be merry.  After all, how could it not be? I am here and I have the ability to help myself and hopefully help, or at least lift the spirits of others, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, I bought for a young girl, 3 years old and it brought me such great joy.  I remember being that little girl some years ago.  Dirt poor and nothing for Christmas but a dinner - which was fine for me because we didn't know anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you get tossed about in the Christmas rush, I hope you remember the true meaning of why we celebrate.  So much has gotten lost in gift giving instead of being thankful and honoring our good Lord who gives us so much and who was born and died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you safe travels and a peaceful holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5404044302679591145?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5404044302679591145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/luck-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5404044302679591145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5404044302679591145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/luck-7.html' title='Lucky 7'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3869253391814146102</id><published>2010-12-07T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:58:33.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye with Grace</title><content type='html'>In her words: "There are times when we aren't able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I&lt;br /&gt;do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful." Me too, for every single day.  May God bless you and your children and may you rest in peace Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when I read her post here on FB early this morning that the time was near. She spoke of her children and these words. In my eyes, she put a face of grace and timeless beauty on breast cancer. She endured great hardship and now she has gone home to our Father. I had only prayed that it would be after the holidays for the sake of the children. I am saddened by her loss and my heart aches for them this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, my thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who has faced this battle. It is a tough disease and we do the best we can.  Thousands die and thousands live. Rich or poor, black or white, male or female, it does not discriminate, it just does what it is designed to do: destroy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your gentle reminder to do your monthly self-exams to look for unusual lumps or bumps (or something that just isn't right for you) or to get your mammogram if it has been more than 12 months and you are over 40 OR have a family history of breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we can make a difference in this battle. Here's to hoping we find a cure and find the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3869253391814146102?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3869253391814146102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/saying-goodbye-with-grace.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3869253391814146102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3869253391814146102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/saying-goodbye-with-grace.html' title='Saying Goodbye with Grace'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6227143953283147021</id><published>2010-11-23T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:22:19.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erma's Words</title><content type='html'>Today I would like to send out a gentle reminder to just love and live your life. Every single day. You can never get a moment back once it is gone and for that reason, I give you Erma Bombeck, who defines it best with "If I Had My Life To Live Over Again."  For all of you out there, I have three words....faith, hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.  I would have talked less and listened more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.  I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.  I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later... Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorry's.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it . Live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what &lt;br /&gt;Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6227143953283147021?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6227143953283147021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/ermas-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6227143953283147021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6227143953283147021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/ermas-words.html' title='Erma&apos;s Words'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5511184814406569158</id><published>2010-11-22T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:56:00.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend Gets GREAT News</title><content type='html'>My friend, Adrienne, who was diagnosed as Stage 4, right at Christmas time 2009, has just learned that all of her tests came back clear!  That's right - no cancer is seen anywhere in her body. I have to tell you how overwhelming that is for me. Not only do I consider her my friend, but I look at her as a fine young woman and mother who is destined to leave her touch on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said for some time now that breast cancer is not a death sentence. I say it again, and Adrienne is living proof. If you are reading my blog for the first time, read this and remember it. It is manageable, but you must change your lifestyle and incorporate a lot of things you might not otherwise like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great news for Thanksgiving.  Thank you, Jesus for giving us hope, and faith, and family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all have a blessed Thanksgiving with yours.  Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5511184814406569158?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5511184814406569158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/friend-gets-great-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5511184814406569158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5511184814406569158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/friend-gets-great-news.html' title='A Friend Gets GREAT News'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3053068890159110172</id><published>2010-11-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:00:46.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>It's been a bit since I've made a post, but I've been busy with work and school and getting ready for Christmas. I've almost finished up everything.  Going out on Black Friday will be just for the beauty of enjoy the adrenalin rush......and the chaos of watching people as they run around like ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four, not two classes to finish my degree. I so thought I was going on my last set...oh well...I WILL knock these out and graduate in May. I have to, I want my boys to watch me walk across that stage taking my dual master's degree...AND having done it all the while I've been ill. I want them to know they can do anything they put their hearts and minds into doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received other recognition I was not aware of. The National Health Review posted our stories (six women from the Making Strides Makeover) in their magazine. Janet sent me the link which gives a brief paragraph on each of us, then the link to read each of our stories. The only thing they goofed on was our names - they totally messed those up. What I like about the publicity is that I hope it finds its way into the hands of another woman who may be going through this, and that maybe, just maybe, she won't feel so alone in her journey. If you are interesting in seeing it, please go to:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nationalhealthreview.net/   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the magazine and click on  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nationalhealthreview.net/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=229:acs-extreme-makeover-winners-essays&amp;catid=82 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'd like to read our stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie, my favorite ARNP in Tampa will be coming forth with a link on Facebook called F4...It will be designed to allow women - and men - to do risk assessments on themselves for breast cancer. You input your information and it provides you with the information straight up that you need to know and what you can do to help yourself. The best part - all can be done right from the privacy of your own home - FREE. She is hoping that its up and running (pending the patent now) in the next month or two. Remember this post in a couple of months then check it out and send it on when its up and running.  I promise you, you will be helping someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for housecleaning and school work (ugghh)!  Have a great week everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3053068890159110172?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3053068890159110172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3053068890159110172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3053068890159110172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5952103641169425429</id><published>2010-11-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:18:45.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redefining Normal</title><content type='html'>Normal used to be jogging, having a cocktail with friends, mowing the lawn, moving furniture, goofing off with my boys, yada, yada....all the normal kind of things a woman might do on a regular or irregular basis.  When you get breast cancer, everything becomes abnormal and your world changes, but YOU have the power within yourself to define your new normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redefine your normal to be something special.  Make each new day better than the old normal.  You can't lift that big bag? So what....can't mow the lawn? Big deal - there are some fine looking yard men out there.  Can't move furniture?  Work around it.  Normal can be what we want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I just told a friend whose mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, this stuff sucks, but it doesn't necessarily mean it is a death sentence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me a whole year to truly grasp that. In a nutshell, I had a part of my body reject me and try to kill me. That is very scary. Who is to say is won't happen again?  No one.  So guess what, my way of redefining normal is (that because I or "they" can't guarantee that it will not happen again) that I promise myself each day to try to be more patient with others, love more, laugh more, and really listen to what is being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only get one chance at redefining this new normal and so I want it to be a good one.  If you are redefining your normal, I hope you choose the happier thoughts and the things that will make your days great and special. For me, it's the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a blessed week and more birthdays ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5952103641169425429?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5952103641169425429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/redefining-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5952103641169425429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5952103641169425429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/redefining-normal.html' title='Redefining Normal'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5866951669986017792</id><published>2010-10-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:28:28.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Annoyed</title><content type='html'>So, today, I am slightly annoyed.  I finally got in to see a local doc to check the "cough" that's been hanging around for months and also my back where the pain has kicked up a few notches - from an accident. This was my morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to see nurse at 0730 and doc at 0800.  Saw nurse at 0810 and doc at 0830.  Nice - thank you.  Doc checks my ears, nose and throat. She tells me it is not good for a woman "my age" to be jogging "statistics say so" and "we end up with all kinds of problems". WTH?? Lady, in case you didn't notice, I'm way ahead of you.  Besides, I've been a runner since I was 10 - a little late to tell me that now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she sends me to lab, xray, and pharmacy (in that order and from only two minutes of looking at me).  When I asked why the pharmacy, she said to pick up a prescription.  I thought it was something I had forgotten to pick up.  No problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab, give blood - check.  Xrays, chest and back - check check.  Pharmacy, prescription - stop. It's for what? Allergies?  Who said I had allergies - WHO EVER did an allergy test on me to prescribe me allergy stuff?  NO ONE.  Yet in less than two minutes this doctor thought she had me all figured out.  Well. slap me on the ass and call me unhappy because I about came unglued right there, but I realized it was not the pharmacists fault.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prescription is Flunisolide-Nasal. It is for stuffy/runny nose, itchy eyes, nose/throat and sneezing - NONE of which I have.  Now the side effects are temporary nose/throat dryness or irritation or COUGH, headache, nosebleeds, sneezing and unpleasant taste/smell may occur.  Seriously, I HAVE the cough and it is going to GIVE me a cough?  This sounds more like it gives you allergies not that it helps allergies.....She assessed me in less than two minutes and NEVER looked at what she was doing, she just picked up her pen and started writing.  I swear to God as I live and breathe.....how do you do that with a cancer patient????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up in the Patient Advocate's office where I should have went LAST TIME after she ordered an ultrasound on the wrong breast.  I guess instead of giving a second chance, I should have taken note and run....to the next doctor.  Well, now I am.  Needless to say, she called back, and apparently my lungs are "normal" and I have "arthritis" in my back....guess the bulging discs that have been there for 10 years have disappeared too.  Not sure if I should trust anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yep I am slightly annoyed.  I have always received great care at this facility and now I am questioning it.  I want my old doctor back....he knows who he is, I saw him today...please come back.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close this, I tell you this - as a cancer patient, you MUST be proactive in your own care, this is YOUR life.  People make mistakes all the time, help them not make one with you.  If they do, take corrective action.  We only get one chance at this great life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5866951669986017792?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5866951669986017792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/slightly-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5866951669986017792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5866951669986017792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/slightly-annoyed.html' title='Slightly Annoyed'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-172897560804267582</id><published>2010-10-24T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T06:23:45.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10-23-10 We ALL Made Strides</title><content type='html'>The "Making Strides Against Breast Cancer" event was held in Viera and over 6,000 people showed up - just for this one event. It was awe-inspiring.  I saw laughter, tears, hugs, new friends, old friends, and even a lot of co-workers - more than I would have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I actually jog the whole event?  YES I DID.  In 35 minutes actually and I set a personal best record since getting this disease. It was hard, and I carried the medallion and the pink rose they gave me.  Each time a piece of the rose fell, I made a wish for someone I knew with breast cancer.  The sun was hard on me but I refused to let it get to me this year.  I sought shade where possible - although very limited, it did help and the water and gatorade on the road was excellent this year.  There were cheerleaders and all kinds of people on the route cheering me on as I ran and it touched my heart - and apparently my legs because I ran faster than normal.  Actually, I have to thank the young 20+ yo man who passed me four or five times.  After the last time, I thought to myself, "No ya don't, you're not passing me again...." so I kicked it up a notch.  Finally, one of our LT's in the PD came and ran in the final 1/8 mile with me - very cool and appreciated.  Thank you Marc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to me, I would beat some other fine folks that I would never have thought possible.  Surely they sat down somewhere, had a Coke, used the rest room, etc.....lol.  My sister, Sherry, even ran more than of this event.  This after having a knee replaced.  She rocks.  The excitement at this event always far exceeds my expectations and MSABC has become my favorite day of the year.  It fuels my faith and hope that I can and will continue to beat this disease.  Each day I count down is one more day to living as a free woman.  As of today, I am one year, three months and two days breast cancer free.  Thank you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did win an awesome "Fun in the Sun" package that contained a pink lounge chair (awesome!), a lime cooler on wheels (very awesome) and a brilliantly colored bag by Anne Ormsby filled with all kinds of goodies and one over sized lime beach towel.  Thank you so much to the people who pulled it together. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw all the ladies that work at ACS who make this event happen.  They are to be commended for their hard work.  Erica, Anne, Denise, Lana (school) - and so many others behind the scenes.  Also, to Pam M., Marketing Director at the Avenues - awesome as usual. I had the privilege of meeting all these women when I was selected for the makeover in August.  I met some other wonderful people also. When I was buying tickets to "win" something, I realized that the donations/prizes were going to help an elderly woman with breast cancer.  Yep, give me $20 in tickets.  Didn't matter if I won or not, I wanted to help her win - the battle.  The group of them had such a beautiful accent - I think it was English, but I'm not sure and they were just good decent people.  I'm glad I crossed paths with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group went to Mimi's for breakfast, but I wasn't hungry.  I was overheated from the sun and needed something ice cold.  I opted for a Cinnamon Mocha Freeze.  OMG - it was freaking delicious. I will go back for another of those.... :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am posting pictures here to share with all of you. I hope that you have attended your local events.  If you have the ability to help your local ACS in any way, I say please do so.  What they do is offer hope... and that is something I think we can all live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am inspired by the lives of so many others who continue to reach out and touch my life. I hope that I can return that gift as I continue to heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed and beautiful week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-172897560804267582?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/172897560804267582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-23-10-we-all-made-strides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/172897560804267582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/172897560804267582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-23-10-we-all-made-strides.html' title='10-23-10 We ALL Made Strides'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8838188177346562369</id><published>2010-10-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:11:21.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4,000 Friends</title><content type='html'>I think that in two days, I shall go for a nice walk (well....jog actually) with 4,000 of my closest friends.  Yep!!! Finally, it's time for the annual Making Strides Against Breast Cancer 5K.  My team, The Spice Rack has raised nearly $4,500 and I am so proud of them as they are surely making a difference in a future breast cancer patient's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, so many more folks from work have signed on to go and walk or run as well.  I am so pleased that I have possibly inspired them to take a part in something so special to so many cancer patients.  Awareness and research will make all the difference for future generations.  Last year's Making Strides event CD is done and I got a copy and lo and behold I am in it several times and I say this to all of you, if you have not yet gone to one of these events - DO IT!!!! That day last year changed my perspective entirely.  I went from "thinking" I would beat this cancer, to knowing it deep in my soul.  I felt it because of all the love and caring and hope that came from that event that day.  I am excited to participate again.  Thank you Jesus for giving me that opportunity to be here to stroll that same path again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved I wish you great strides!  Thank you for all you do in helping fund the cure.....until next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8838188177346562369?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8838188177346562369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/4000-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8838188177346562369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8838188177346562369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/4000-friends.html' title='4,000 Friends'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5238069116156100834</id><published>2010-10-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:57:43.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women of Hope</title><content type='html'>I joined a group meeting in the hopes of meeting others like myself - for many reasons.  One, I might not feel so alone in this journey (although I would NEVER wish this on anyone else), two, we may be able to help lift each others spirits when we are down (and I have had my share of those days), and three, to continue to break out of my little box as I promised myself I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I would meet another Triple Negative.  She's Stage 4 and guess what - she has been since 2007.  THAT is a true miracle walking.  Any other TNBCs out there reading need to go back and read that sentence again - She is still walking among us...Wow and amen.  Let me tell you just a few things she shared with me - who knows, her journey thus far may help you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  They put her on Femara even though triple negatives rarely respond (she did)&lt;br /&gt;2.  She takes Zometa every month - it helps her bones release marrow - and her hip has regrown by itself.&lt;br /&gt;3.  She has had 42, yes, I said 42 chemotherapy treatment and has hair and a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met another wonderful new member, Karen.  She too is a BC survivor and recently lost her husband. I could see the pain in her eyes yet there she was trying to get through the day.  Her children are struggling.  I hope you will keep her kids in your thoughts and prayers for surely as much as we go through, the kids take it quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this for today.  Fear is in my mind but the Spirit is in my heart.  Did you know that "Fear Not" is in the bible 360 times??  That is almost one time for every single day of the year....interesting, huh...and in my dark hours when I am afraid, I try to remember these things and be comforted in knowing and remembering that I am exactly where God wants me to be.  And so are YOU~~ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome week~~  Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5238069116156100834?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5238069116156100834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/women-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5238069116156100834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5238069116156100834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/women-of-hope.html' title='Women of Hope'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4569356059859679723</id><published>2010-10-17T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T07:05:50.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recouping</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been about allowing my body to recoup. I have had no home work to do, no major house projects, no nothing.  So I am just enjoying allowing myself down time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pup, Reina will require surgery to her knee which I will have done after the first of the year. She's only two and a half, so her prognosis thereafter is very good.  She is like my child so I have no intention of putting her down.  When I was sick she never left my side.  Somewhere on this site is a picture of her laying on me while I rested on the couch.  She was distraught not knowing what to do - but ever faithful, and so I will be with her as she goes through some tough days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good.  I ran 3 miles on Thursday.  It was HARDDDDDD but I did it.  Took me much longer than anticipated probably because I attempted it the day after a 2.75 mile run, so I had to walk for a minute, twice.  No biggy....Like I said before - baby steps turn into greater steps.  These little milestones are all about making my body healthier and stronger on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at an F.I.T (FL Institute of Tech) Wellness program on Friday taking photographs of one of our volunteers and an acupuncturist took my pulse and said to have my doc check my lungs.  Interesting she said that as she had no idea what I've been through.  I told her and she said it could have been the anesthesia, but to still have my lungs checked.  Funny, I'm always trying to clear them.  Hmm - check - will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a wonderful week.  Halloween is almost here, again (thank you, Jesus) and Thanksgiving is right around the corner.  I am thrilled because I survived to see it - again.  YESSS!!!!!  Hope, faith, and love........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4569356059859679723?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4569356059859679723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/recouping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4569356059859679723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4569356059859679723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/recouping.html' title='Recouping'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7517719940002407174</id><published>2010-10-13T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T06:36:29.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a "Chile" life</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is not about cancer.  It is simple and is dedicated to the 33 miners who are being pulled one at a time from a mine shaft near Copiapo, Chile, after more than 69 days of captivity underground. They have just removed the 12th miner (a 56 yo man) from a tube that is over 8 football fields in length that carried him to safety.  The world watches today and I've seen tears of joy from San Francisco to Sri Lanka and I believe that our hearts are united in this - we are all grateful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the joy spread completely across his face as he realizes all is well. Now, I will sit here and pray and wait for each of the rest of the 21 miners who await rescue.  I lost a boyfriend to a mining accident in the 90's.  His death was tragic and deeply saddened me.  I am so very happy to see that these men are going to be ok and I have no doubt that each one of them have been chosen to do something with their lives.  The collapse of the mine was amazing in itself, but then a few of the men told a story about white butterflies leading them to safety inside the steel trailer..Again, I say they have been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to those who did not give up and have worked so hard to design the tube and get it down there to arrange the rescue, you have surely earned your wings today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you all have a very blessed day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7517719940002407174?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7517719940002407174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-chile-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7517719940002407174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7517719940002407174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-chile-life.html' title='It&apos;s a &quot;Chile&quot; life'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6720977856226451058</id><published>2010-10-11T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T05:56:35.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>This morning, I did it.  I jogged 2.75 miles.  Of course it took me a while - 30 minutes to be exact, but I did it.  When I first finished my run, I was a wee bit disappointed because it "took me so long", and then I laughed at myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So long" can be defined as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The first grueling few minutes in which I heard I had cancer&lt;br /&gt;2.  The hours after surgery - when I hurled morphine across the room (that was fun).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Trying - wanting - to lie down flat on my back - or just sit up by myself.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Last year's Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk - I almost didn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;5.  This whole last year in which my entire life has been changed.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Finding out someone else has breast cancer...and crying inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were times that are/were "so long".  30 minutes to run 2.75 miles, something I have been pushing myself, and cheering myself on to do, is a great 30 minutes.  I used to be able to run that same 2.75 miles in 20 minutes, but so what, I'm also ten years older, and my body has been to hell and back.  So, I say, "yay for me!"  Those weren't baby steps today, those were great steps to living my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my friends, my thought for you today is this - baby steps are good, because they will bring you to greater steps in your life.  Stick with it, laugh at yourself and enjoy the very moment.  Love to you~  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6720977856226451058?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6720977856226451058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6720977856226451058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6720977856226451058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3910475198709955050</id><published>2010-10-08T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T08:50:04.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No to the Mammo</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  Well, I found out recently that I should not have allowed a doc here to perform a mammogram.  After six surgeries, complications, and implants, mammograms are not the smartest thing to do on a post breast cancer patient like me.  I have not clarified if that is all patients, most, or just me, so right now consider it "sharing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, when I received my results, they refer to "ducts' in the left side - not possible; again, I have implants, nothing else. So, now because of all that, I am being scheduled for an MRI in Tampa where my specialist is at, and she is flagging my records that NO mammograms are to be performed on me.  Bottom line is that you really cannot see around the implant anyway as they are opaque and all you see is a white round blob.  Needless to say, I was annoyed but as far as I can tell, no injury was done to my chest.  Still freaks me out a little though because I trusted this other doctor to do the right thing and I shouldn't have.  Anyway, forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to better things.  Last night, I spent a wonderful evening at the Melting Pot with my friend and co-worker Maria, her daughter's Adrienne (BC patient) and Rachel, and some of their friends.  We  had a nice dinner, massages, parrafins, and other nice treats compliments of Imperial Spa.  It was sweet.....and so was the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quilt - there is finally a winner.  Today, we did the drawing for the winner of the handmade quilt to benefit Making Strides Against Breast Cancer.  The winner is "Families of the Shield".  FOTS is an awesome local law enforcement non-profit group who goes above and beyond to take "care of their own" and families of law enforcement officers. They are truly a wonderful group.  Without hesitation, they donated $100 to this fund raiser. I was so thrilled for them and when I emailed Officer John Pasko on FB, "the Good Lord always gives back to his servants"......he  emailed me back donating it back to me to give to a worthy cause or individual.  Now, I could give it to any one of the 200 people that donated, but the one that stands out the very most to me is a special lady who lost her mother to cancer just a short year ago.  It was a terrible thing.  The most amazing thing that I didn't even know is that they loved butterflies, and her sister even wrote a book honoring her mom. The name of it?  "She Comes to Me in Butterflies".  By now, my friend knows this is her, so Liz, I would be completely honored if you would hang this on your dining room wall - just where you showed me you would put it if you won - next to your mother's picture.  That would do my heart good.  And I hope that everyone else will join me in the joy it will bring to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said so often, in so many ways, cancer sucks but thanks to research and wonderful doctors, not all of us will fall to it.  It is a true tragedy that anyone loses their life to this dreadful disease in today's day and age so it is imperative that we continue to push hard for research and better care for cancer patients.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team in Making Strides against Breast Cancer has been doing just that.  Together, our beautiful team of 7, has now raised of $4399.00! These ladies are amazing, and I am so grateful to have them helping me. Helping me they are helping research and helping others.  Jill, Mary, Angie, Dee, Donna, Adrienne....thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so, so, so, much for sharing in this and helping save the lives of breast cancer patients.  Hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3910475198709955050?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3910475198709955050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-to-mammo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3910475198709955050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3910475198709955050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-to-mammo.html' title='No to the Mammo'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5007082840353505947</id><published>2010-09-30T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:42:42.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Mammograms Begin.....</title><content type='html'>Last week, I had my first mammogram since learning of my cancer and having my surgeries.  Little did I know, when I had decided to go with the silicone implants that they would be opaque during mammography.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the screen come up I saw two perfectly white blobs come up.  I knew what they were, but what bothered me is you couldn't see around them. So, we had to take several more photographs to get all the way around.  The good news to all of it is, having had a bilateral and now with implants, mammograms don't bother me one little bit. Not even a wince!  Why?  Still really can't feel that much of them.  I know, it sounds crazy, but it is still a little strange to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is, right?  And I will still rise each morning and give thanks to God for allowing me more time with my children and family.  I love being alive and a part of every thing that goes on around me.  I'm so much more fascinated by the little things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5007082840353505947?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5007082840353505947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-mammograms-begin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5007082840353505947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5007082840353505947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-mammograms-begin.html' title='Let the Mammograms Begin.....'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8367245805478943783</id><published>2010-09-26T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:54:34.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Strides Against Breast Cancer</title><content type='html'>This is the letter I sent to the American Cancer Society and was selected for a makeover on 19 Aug 2010 along with five other women. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I having meant to put this on here, but I have forgotten (one of the my little side effects).  Anyway, I share this with everyone, but I hope it touches every woman's heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to tell you of my journey with breast cancer with two-fold hopes; that you will select me for a makeover, and that I may inspire another whose journey is just beginning. I am 45 years old and the daughter to parents who died of cancer, a sister to nine siblings, a mother to two sons, and a retired U.S. Army soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June 2009, while sitting in my office, I received the dreaded phone call that changed my whole world in four simple words: “You have breast cancer.” More words followed, but I heard none of them. In the following weeks, a series of a hundred invasive tests were performed, and I felt humiliated and embarrassed. Everyone was kind and patient, as quietly, I cried on the inside. I couldn’t believe what was happening; I didn’t feel sick, tired maybe , but not sick. I have always taken pretty good care of myself but when my sister was diagnosed as triple negative breast cancer patient in 2007, it got my attention and I got a mammogram.  A mammogram caught my cancer early and although BRCA negative, I too, am a triple negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning, I promised myself that I would get up, dress up, and show up and for the most part, I have.  I have children, and although grown, this is scary stuff so it was time to put the game face on.  With every surgery and setback, I am more determined beat this.  Fighting cancer has absolutely been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, but it has also been a gift. I look at everything much differently now.  Today, six surgeries and several infections later, I will not stay down.  I am a mother and a pink warrior.  In Spring 2011, I hope to complete a Dual Master’s Degree.  Strangely enough, college has been a source of strength for me; a way to help me maintain control of my life. It keeps me focused and it sets the bar pretty high for my children, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have poured my heart into a blog, in a positive manner, in hopes to inspire someone else. I hope it has.  One of my first entries in June 2009 was this:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am frightened, but I have faith. I am educated, but not in this. So, what's a girl to do? Put my faith in God and know that I am exactly where I am supposed to be today.  And that's enough for me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I reflect on that passage and say, “Everything is moving along. I am still a little frightened at times, but I am not afraid because I have educated myself in this disease. I place my faith in God, always, and still believe that I am exactly where he wants me to be… today, and everyday… and that is all I ask for.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that in the last year, I have lost my breasts, my memory, all of my hair, my dignity, my strength, and even fake friends; however, I have never lost hope, faith, my family, my sense of humor or real friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a roller coaster of tears, fears, hope, prayer, hugs, help, and every other source of assistance imaginable. My friends and family are closer to me than I could have ever imagined and for which I am eternally grateful.   My tush may be bigger, but so is my heart.  I’ve lost much, but I've gained so much more out of life and each day is a beautiful gift. I am committed to living my life and not just merely existing in it.  Not just for me, but for others like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message for women:  You are never alone. I know how you can be in a room of 50 people and feel completely alone, but shrug it off and get back out there.  Define your cancer; do not let it define you.  Put your face on it, not vice versa, and then walk this chosen path with your head held high.  Have a positive attitude, and smile, and the world will smile with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am committed to helping women.  Even today there is still a taboo about breast cancer; I want to break it and keep talking about it - whatever it takes.  No woman should ever go through this feeling alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8367245805478943783?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8367245805478943783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-strides-against-breast-cancer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8367245805478943783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8367245805478943783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-strides-against-breast-cancer.html' title='Making Strides Against Breast Cancer'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5054552504272117759</id><published>2010-09-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:52:59.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have flown by and I have stayed very busy with work, school and my new-old passion....jogging.  Jogging at a very, very slow pace.  It is my hope that after last year's Making Strides event that I can jog it this year on 23 Oct.  Last year I just barely completed it, but I was just two days out of chemo and only two weeks out from being hit by a truck and still had a concussion and back and leg issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do this not just for me, but for every woman out there who has ever had, and who ever will have breast cancer.  If you are reading this, let me remind you of good news in the fight against breast cancer, research has made exceptional strides and nowadays this disease is not necessarily a death sentence.  Re-read that and repeat it to yourself.  It CAN and is being incorporated and managed by thousands of women all over the world.  There IS hope, so don't you give up, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.....Not everyone will make it, but HOPE and faith, and prayer are very powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey has brought me closer to my God, my family, my friends (old and new) and to a disease that took the lives of both of my parents. While I am not fond of this relationship one bit, this is the path chosen for me and that being the case, I shall hold my head high and hope that somehow I can assist just one other person each day in their journey.  If it's you, I hope you respond back to me.  My friend, Lari-Lane, passed away recently and when I logged back on to make some notes, I found a message here from her sister.  THAT touched me more that words can convey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post on here will be the memo to the American Cancer Society, the one that got me selected for the makeover with five other phenomenal women.  This coming month, in October, we will be featured in the Space Coast Charm Magazine.  I am both humbled and honored by this but again, I say, my goal is not publicity of me, but of this disease to help reach someone else who may need a hand, or a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spice Rack.  My own personal team of seven women from my office that have been fund raising for the Making Strides event.  I am SO proud of: Mary, Angie, Donna, Dee, Jill, and Adrienne for all their efforts.  As of Saturday evening we were over $2800!!  That is amazing and the efforts of only seven - imagine what 7,000 women can raise!!  I hope you will join us in our efforts.  Please consider a small donation to Making Strides Against Breast Cancer at:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY11Florida?px=15738629&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=28015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.  Have a blessed week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5054552504272117759?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5054552504272117759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5054552504272117759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5054552504272117759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6245647071546556100</id><published>2010-09-08T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:29:51.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Lari-Lane</title><content type='html'>I walked into my office to not one, but two heart breaks this morning.  The husband of one of our officers passed away from lung cancer last night.  It all happened so fast that I'm certain that my friend and co-worker must be completely distraught. I'm still stunned.  May Tim rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next shock that sent me reeling was several face book messages, thank you everyone, notifying me of a dear friend's passing.  Lari-Lane Payne, retired U.S. Army Master Sergeant, Mother, Sister, amazing and phenomenal woman and friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surely a better woman myself for having known you and I am deeply, deeply saddened by the world's loss today. You were always a great friend to me - especially during this last year when I myself fought this battle. You didn't tell me your cancer was back even all the while when you were donating to my charities....and I was on your list of causes on FB...go figure - just goes to show the kind of woman you have always been. I have many stories to tell the kids and grandchildren, and one day, I hope they ask me, because I will make them smile and laugh.  Remember when I took off my rank and walked out?  You took me by the hand and said "Hey, go take care of your son and come back, everything will be fine." And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you so my friend.  May your soul rest in hands of Jesus Christ...Today, my tears fall for you, but I know in my heart that you are in a wonderful place.  One day, we will meet again and until then via condios.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6245647071546556100?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6245647071546556100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-lari-lane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6245647071546556100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6245647071546556100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye-lari-lane.html' title='Goodbye Lari-Lane'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-266086603407200185</id><published>2010-09-06T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:20:15.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets</title><content type='html'>Well, as of this evening, I'm only $112 away from my $1000 goal towards my Making Strides campaign - anything additional will be an awesome bonus!  I'm still selling raffle tickets and that is not going as good as I'd hoped it would be, but it is what it is, at least some funds will come from it and someone will have a beautiful quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered a few more things to sell off. The pink rubber bracelets that say HOPE and FAITH that will sell for $1 and pink "courage" magnetized photo frames that will sell for $2.  Again, I willingly dropped more of my own into this endeavor and now I just pray that people will enjoy what I am offering at these exceptional prices and support the campaign.  Lord, please hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many to thank for their support.  My ex-husband, Russ and his company, Aarchcasters in Fenton, MO; Melbourne Police Officer John Pasko and Families of the Shield; Angela Sigman, Lari-Lane Payne; Don Carey; Country Bingo Patrons; Eric Wiggers; Jennifer Hayduk; Jim Gibbens; Kim Doty; Lilly Rodriguez; Mary Burns; Mike Asbury; Jeri Keefe; and my sister, Sherry Smith.  And so many more still that have bought a ticket for a chance at the quilt.  I thank you monumentally.  Cancer is the meanest thing I've ever come across, and with your help, we will be one step closer in finding a cure.  Mothers, daughters, sisters, and children alike....thank you for your generosity - you are our angels and you will be doubly blessed for your kindness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-266086603407200185?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/266086603407200185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/tickets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/266086603407200185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/266086603407200185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/tickets.html' title='Tickets'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2483098410577650622</id><published>2010-09-01T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:43:49.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>This morning, I received quite a phone call.  Charm magazine, located here on the Spacecoast, called me to tell me they want to feature me in their October issue as part of the Cancer awareness issue.  My cup runneth over! Now, I just hope I can live up to such expectations as I'm sure some amazing women have come before me.  In thinking about it today, I hope to reach other women who have, or are, enduring breast cancer.  It can be quite a lonely journey, and sometimes, we find solace in the most unusual places.  Right?  Anyway, a gift from God to me, and I hope I serve them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for the day: The immune system is sort of its own system and it circulates via our lymph vessels which are throughout our body (except the brain). The lymphatic vessels contain a pale, thick fluid (lymph) consisting of a fat-laden liquid and white blood cells. All the icky stuff that needs to drain from your body goes through the lymph system so it is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowing from another site, I provide more background: along the vessels are the lymph nodes, tonsils, bone marrow, spleen, liver, lungs, and intestines--where lymphocytes can be deployed as part of the immune response. It works or can be seen at work when an infection leads to an enlarged lymph node at the elbow, or when a throat infection causes the lymph nodes under the jaw to swell. The lymph nodes swell because the lymphatic vessels drain the infection by carrying it to the nearest area where an immune response can be organized.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this mean?  If you are a breast cancer patient who has had lymph nodes removed, it means your lymph system will slow down on the side of removal and you must encourage it everyday to prevent lymphedema.  Each morning I do 20 crunches and 20 pulleys (from an over the door system) to prevent swelling.  If swelling gets into my arm, it means trouble.  So, practice prevention and always wash thoroughly, especially cuts, nails, etc.  The tiniest of cuts can cause a big problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work on school projects!  Two more classes after this and I AM DONE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2483098410577650622?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2483098410577650622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/bits-and-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2483098410577650622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2483098410577650622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/09/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and pieces'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3720811245816265229</id><published>2010-08-26T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:00:30.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffle - QUILT</title><content type='html'>I'm raffling off a quilt for Making Strides for Breast Cancer.  Tickets are 1 for $2, 3 for $5 and 5 for $10!  I hope you will/can support this.  All proceeds will go to Making Strides, including my investment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many thanks to my co-worker, Stephenie who donated her time and made the quilt, while her own grandson is fighting to recover from cancer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Photographs!  hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3720811245816265229?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3720811245816265229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/raffle-quilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3720811245816265229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3720811245816265229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/raffle-quilt.html' title='Raffle - QUILT'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2971198053499133495</id><published>2010-08-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:45:43.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure I've reiterated it lately, but I am very grateful to still be kicking around and I thank the good Lord every day when I awake.  I know how lucky I am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that not every day will be spectacular, but I believe that it is what we make it and until this cancer struck me, I was just moseying through....but not anymore.  I do everything..."more".  I love more, I live my life "more", I believe in others "more", and there is such a personal reward to my days in all of it.  If I had one recommendation today, it would be to "do everything more"....and feel the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2971198053499133495?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2971198053499133495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2971198053499133495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2971198053499133495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-961325482899459615</id><published>2010-08-22T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:44:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Thursday was the Extreme Makeover day, graciously sponsored by The Avenue Viera and hosted by Making Strides.  It was an amazing day.  Tangles Salon, Patchington's, Pizza Gallery, Hot Rayz Limousines,Belk, and others were involved in making this day a large success.  Several times my eyes blurred as I reveled in the moment or shared a quiet moment with one of the other ladies.  Cancer is not fun, it's goal is to take your life, and Thursday was a way in taking ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 0830, our driver, Billy, picked us (myself and 5 other breast cancer patients) up at the Holiday Inn. We departed straight to Tangles Salon in Rockledge where each of had our hair, nails, and toes done.  We were there from about 0900-1500. These ladies had closed off their salon to give us their undivided attention. We had coffee and donuts available and a lunch catered in so there would be plenty of time to get everything done. And right at 3:00, we were exiting out the door just about on schedule. Many thanks to Lisa and all the ladies there who made our morning and afternoon so special. Most of them were even able to make the opening ceremonies that night - THAT says a lot about the kind of people these women are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we were taken, again by Billy, to Belk, to have our makeup done by the ladies at the counters. And then on to Patchington's where we all got dressed into our outfits that we wore that night.  From the morning to evening photographs, there was a clear difference and we had thoroughly enjoyed the day meeting and greeting everyone.  Once dressed, we were taken back to the Holiday Inn where we realized there were about 200 people awaiting our arrival!!  I was a little taken aback, but I felt great.  I was with some phenomenal women and each with their own story, and own journey. A sisterhood for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked in one at a time with a big pink umbrella covering our faces while the announcer read part of our story to the crowd.  When she said our name, *poof* down with the umbrella and a walk down the aisle for everyone to see our makeovers.  From the photo's,  you can see that I was dressed in black pants, a floral top and a lambskin jacket. Ooooh, that jacket is fine and it is now in my closet.  ;) Several people took pictures and I finally learned what it must be like on the "red carpet" for stars - a bit overwhelming to say the least.  But it was great...an day and evening filled with unforgettable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give a special thanks to Pam, Denise, and Lana S. for all their efforts in pulling this together. This is my written promise to you that I want to help you next year with this event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-961325482899459615?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/961325482899459615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/961325482899459615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/961325482899459615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7045818348801495957</id><published>2010-08-18T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:46:09.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day ahead</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow will be a big day, but today I got big news.  My CA 15-3 Cancer marker news came back good - it was a 6!  The other test, CA 27.29 came back as a 16, which means that I am still in remission and good to go. Thank you, Jesus, for giving me one more reason to be grateful for this day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my car leaving the aquatic center where I was taking photo's of our Dive Team doing annual testing when I got the call. When I hung up, the tears flowed.  It's hard to explain because I am full of hope that I will continue to beat this and get back some sense of normalcy, but just hearing that everything is "ok" resonates very deep in me and I know that my hope and faith, and the prayers of everyone is really, really working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my big day.  Making Strides and the American Cancer Society is providing me and 5 other ladies with a wonderful makeover in Viera. I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful evening!  I'll post pictures from tomorrow and this weekend's event later this weekend!  Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7045818348801495957?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7045818348801495957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-day-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7045818348801495957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7045818348801495957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-day-ahead.html' title='Big Day ahead'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1429153695903989831</id><published>2010-08-17T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T07:32:59.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone - For some reason, the pink box link above does not work correctly.  If you wish to donate to Making Strides, please use this link instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY11Florida?px=15738629&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=28015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, your donations will be used for important research that WILL one day save someone's life from breast cancer.  I have no doubt that it has saved mine and my sister Pam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1429153695903989831?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1429153695903989831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/link.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1429153695903989831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1429153695903989831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1264665660897681094</id><published>2010-08-16T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T14:08:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Months and One Birthday ago.....Making Strides Ever Since</title><content type='html'>One week ago, I got to celebrate my birthday, an event I really wasn’t sure I would live to see. I continue to hope that one day breast cancer won’t steal another year from anyone and we will have a world with less breast cancer and more birthdays. There are about 60 days left to go before our Making Strides walk…I hope you can find a way to support this magnificent organization. I have a link here on my page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a friend of mine donating her services to making a quilt that I will be raffling off. She said it will take her two weeks to make.  I bought the colors today.  It will have pink, a deeper maroon, a cream color, and tan also.  The pinker colors are butterflies, which I carefully selected on behalf of my bosom buddy Adrienne, who continues her brave battle with Stage 4 BC.  For Relay for Life, the name of the group was Butterflies of Hope and when I saw the butterflies, I knew it was meant to be a part of the quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanting to purchase a raffle ticket, please let me know. I am going to sell the tickets for one for $2, 3 for $5, and five for $10.  My goal for this year is to reach $1,000 to go to Making Strides - of which I already have almost $385 in donations from several generous friends and family.  As soon as I can, I will get a photo posted on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for my outfit fitting for Thursday's makeover that Making Strides has so generously selected me for.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school starts again tomorrow night - I've decided to tack on the other two courses to get a dual master's degree if my health continues to improve.  Wish me good health....  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1264665660897681094?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1264665660897681094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/14-months-and-one-birthday-agomaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1264665660897681094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1264665660897681094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/14-months-and-one-birthday-agomaking.html' title='14 Months and One Birthday ago.....Making Strides Ever Since'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6703011456959861817</id><published>2010-08-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:26:29.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Strides</title><content type='html'>I have almost reached my current goal of $300 for the ACS Making Strides Campaign.  When I make that, I will up the ante some - maybe to $400 if I have enough time.  Everyone has been very supportive to me during my quest to raise funds to continue to support research for breast cancer and I'm very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This organization goes all out every year to help support the American Cancer Society and having had four members (including myself) of my immediate family with cancer, (both my parents succumbed to it) I honestly believe that our best shot at a healthy future is going to be based on research.  I also want there to be a difference for others - I want there to be a cure so no one has to endure breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, many thanks to all who continue to support this wonderful organization, your money will be wisely used for research.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6703011456959861817?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6703011456959861817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-strides_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6703011456959861817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6703011456959861817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-strides_14.html' title='Making Strides'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6879386432740338791</id><published>2010-08-12T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:09:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING STRIDES</title><content type='html'>I forgot to share my Making Strides Campaign page with you. It is:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY11Florida?px=15738629&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=28015"&gt;http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY11Florida?px=15738629&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=28015&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an extra dollar, or find extra change in the bottom of your purse, I would greatly appreciate the donation to Making Strides (American Cancer Society). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost both my parents to cancer and my sister and I are both Triple Negative breast cancer patients.  One day, I believe there will be a cure, but until then, I have to keep hoping that folks will help me support the mission to keep research going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6879386432740338791?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6879386432740338791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-strides.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6879386432740338791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6879386432740338791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/making-strides.html' title='MAKING STRIDES'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5398848646685073075</id><published>2010-08-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:48:40.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammogram?  Check~</title><content type='html'>It's been a whirlwind these last two weeks.  My son was in town, I finished a class, and I've been working on my house.  But, I just logged on to read that one of my friends went and got her mammogram.  Ladies, that's what this blog has truly become about - YOU and ensuring that you take the time to take care of yourself, and doing so means getting your annual check ups.  Yayyy Donna - now, keep passing the word to other women so they don't forget or get overwhelmed by their schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this last week, I also learned that I will be receiving a makeover, compliments of the American Cancer Society's "Making Strides".  I will be picked up by a limo and whisked away for a hair cut and color, mani and pedi, and an outfit.  We will then be taken back to where the opening dinner ceremony for Making Strides is being held and seated at a VIP table with Mike and Mindy (DJ's). Many thanks to Anne, Lana, and everyone involved in making this happen.  I know you've put forth great effort already.  I am looking forward to this, it's been awhile since I've felt good about myself, so maybe a little change will help. Funny, that's all this last year has been about...change......keep it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my birthday at Tampa getting my tests and meeting my new Oncologist. Also learned that my right arm has started to swell, so I'm now wearing the compression sleeve.  That's ok, it doesn't look really bad and once you get used to it, it feels ok.  By design, the goal of the compression sleeve is to get the extra fluids out of the arm and I just remeasured my wrist, elbow area, and the upper arm area and in just two days, the swelling is back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speaking to my Occupational Therapist, Wanda, when you've had lymph nodes taken out, you have to be extra careful with any cuts, bruising, and swelling of the arm the nodes were removed from.  It is very, very important to keep the swelling under control, because it is not just water, it is "junk" building up.  One of the things she told me to do to get my lymph system moving in the morning is when I first wake up, do 20 crunches/sit ups.  That will get that mid-section, that is so critical to the lymph system, moving properly and help prevent swelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the faith till next week when my next CA -15-3 test comes back.  I hope the numbers are still down to an "8" or below.  If so, that will mean I am still in remission.  And I feel pretty good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wherever you are, whatever you are doing, enjoy your day. Wishing you a very special evening and weekend....hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5398848646685073075?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5398848646685073075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/mammogram-check.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5398848646685073075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5398848646685073075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/mammogram-check.html' title='Mammogram?  Check~'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6693493756032830776</id><published>2010-08-03T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T06:47:49.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Week</title><content type='html'>Hello all - I have been so busy with school and work these last weeks, and it still wears me down.  By the time the sun goes down, I'm shutting down myself, which leaves little time to do anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy around the house also. My son is coming home with his girlfriend, who I get to meet for the first time, so I am very excited.  We have a great weekend planned and I just hope and pray my strength holds out.  I know my excitement level will for sure, but the sun does a number on me.  I have found that the neuro issues I have are worse when I am in the sun.  Interesting, considering I am a Leo, and I have always loved the warm sun on me.  Nowadays, I have to stay out of it.  But this weekend, I will venture in and continue to live my life.  My time is precious, and my time with my son irreplaceable, so we will have fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is making a comeback - and I'm having fun with it.  Have added another new photo.  It is now a whole three inches long! Woohoo.  That is actually quite amazing when you consider all the drugs and damage my body has been through this last year. I don't take it for granted; I revel in the thought that I am taking baby steps and regaining part of my former self, but becoming a better person in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my monthly preaching:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I am committed to helping women fight breast cancer. The best way I know how to do that is to tell you this: Know yourself, know your body, know your doctor - Get your mammograms.  I can not emphasize enough, even today, how critical the timing of my mammogram was.  An error of just a couple of weeks would have made a HUGE difference in my survivability.  Please, if you are reading this, please, take the time to do your monthly self-exams, listen to your body and get your mammograms.  If there is any history in your immediate family of breast cancer, take it seriously as a knock on your door.  Science is an amazing gift to all of us and they are making strides in breast cancer, but women must be proactive in their own care.  Your doctor cares about you, but they also care about the 500 other patients they have - so help them help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week....hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6693493756032830776?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6693493756032830776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6693493756032830776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6693493756032830776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-week.html' title='A Good Week'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4430415878331347943</id><published>2010-07-22T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:55:54.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful day has graced me yet again.  It was filled with the regular chaos that just happens to be my work and school life, but it is what I thrive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I never imagined me saying this, but my chest looks good this week.  I've been watching it very close and praying hard for no more infections.  Six surgeries has been awfully hard on my body and I'm exhausted.  But when I get really tired I just ask for the strength to get up, dress up, and show up.  Or as a new friend  accidently said, get up, dress up and shut up?? She was a little confused - I'll never shut up.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered at one of the colleges to do a criminal justice interview today.  I acted as an aunt of a deceased (murdered) niece and the class ultimately tried to pin it on me!  They did a pretty good job for being new students so kudo's to CJ students in Dexter's class....you almost got my shoes!  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropical Depression Bonnie is down near the Bahama's.  El Nina' is on the warpath - or as my son and I were talking - "The bitch is back".  I'm glad she's not strengthening any further for all our sakes.  But we can sure use the incoming rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, don't you just have lean a little to the side and wonder....."What the hell is wrong with our society".....  I read news that the VA in St. Louis has tragically deprived some veterans of basic rights.  What do I mean by that? Well, they went to the VA dentist for treatment and the facility was not properly sterilizing the equipment.  Now, many soldiers will suffer the consequences of those lazy employees.  Suffering can and already has come in the form of Hepatitis B, Hepatitis C, and HIV.  Now that's some scary stuff considering I myself used the one downtown years ago.  Someone's head needs to spin and I am serious.  I will closely follow this case.  I have dealt with that VA before as I retired out of St. Louis and I remember thinking "I will never come here if I don't have to" because it is in horrible condition.  Why? Why would we treat our soldiers who defend this country like they are dirt and not worthy of a clean facility at the very minimum?  I'm quite distressed over that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fairly lucky to be able to go to Tampa VA.  I have said many times that I have received good care there, and I mean that.  I have had infections that I think could have been prevented, however, they took immediate action and took care of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to look at my class information - arrgghh - I thought I was done in December...but it looks like March with graduation in May and that depends on what classes are offered. Sometimes my little chemo fog can be a good thing.....BUT I am totally ok with it, I am enjoying going to school and meeting people and learning some new things.  The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the class I'm saving till the end Business Finance...ouch.  I hear it difficult and it is my weakness so that means for 9 weeks, I will be doing whatever it takes to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a peaceful and safe weekend.  A special e-hug to two people Kellie, whose Daddy just got out of the hospital - it was a tought few days for her, and Adrienne, who after months of chemo, started radiation today.  You are in my thoughts and prayers ladies.  Love to all~ know that I carry you with me always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4430415878331347943?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4430415878331347943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4430415878331347943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4430415878331347943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8035287442143855637</id><published>2010-07-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:29:22.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new normal</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.  Well, as I said in my last post there will always be good days and not so good days.  I don't really believe in bad days.  Any day where I can stand up and thank the good Lord for giving me another day is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I returned to Tampa to recon and inquired with them about HBOT (Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy) and they shot me down.  At first I was a little distressed because I've had several setbacks, but once I put it all in perspective, I realize that my particular situation, while not great, is not as bad as what that therapy was created for (according to Dr. G). You really need wounds that do not heal at all, etc to qualify for the treatment and although breast cancer patients are just now being looked at, they are not being considered at Tampa VA.  I think they are missing the boat, and even Leslie thought so.  Enough that she said she is going to provide further input on my behalf for it.  Apparently, my "infection" on the right side is a stitch working its way out...Did you know it can take six months to a year for stitches to dissolve or absorb into the skin?  I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite frustrated and proceeded to ask several other questions - why does my skin prickle in the sun? When will I start to feel better? Where am I on the scale of ill to well? Where am I on the scale of other patients? Why do I feel so damn lousy all the time?  FIX MEEEE!!! Dr G's answers were as follows: Chemo can have long-term neurological effects and prickly skin can be one of those things.  On the scale, I am considered "normal" - kind of right in the middle, just like on a dryer. Same thing with regard to where I fit with other patients.  Other patients with my type of cancer have the same setbacks and it can take a year, or longer before getting back on your feet.  I feel lousy because I've been to hell and back and my body is fighting and wants to be better than normal. They all sound like simple answers don't they?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she said that if I can stay healthy for another four weeks, I just might lick this thing with regard to the implants.  I still think my body is rejecting them but she says no, she doesn't even want to consider removing them. Isn't that funny?  My sister convinces me that it just might be time to get them removed and give my body time to heal and the plastic surgeon says, "No way!" I'll give it that four weeks and then we'll see, but if there are any more infections, then I need to be very serious about this.  These infections are life-threatening and one day, I hope to meet my grand-children (no pressure boys)...I just want to be able to be around for those special times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the HBOT, I don't quite think I'm ready to give up on the idea for breast cancer patients to receive such therapy.  I will fight if I think it will help others.  Hugs to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8035287442143855637?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8035287442143855637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-normal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8035287442143855637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8035287442143855637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-normal.html' title='The new normal'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6878823827712685241</id><published>2010-07-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:12:02.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off-Balance</title><content type='html'>I'm still a little off-balance since Joyce passed away last week and I've gone from being sad to now becoming angry at my own treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours researching why my chest will not heal correctly.  First, I know that because I am a triple negative, I will have setbacks, everything will be harder, and I have to keep that in mind.  People question it over and over and I can't explain it other than what I have been told; not enough research has been done to explain why that is, it just is. And TNBC patients heal much slower and have weaker immune systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've become a little pissy.  I am so sick of being sick. Lord forgive me, I don't want to treat anyone poorly, I really don't, but my life is on the line here so I have no patience left for anyone not willing to step it up.  I feel ill and I'm weak, physically, and THAT scares me. If I had any energy whatsoever I could try to gain some strength, but then I would only jeopardize the two steps forward I might be making with my breasts that keep breaking open.  This is a vicious circle that is breaking me down mentally and I could sure use some mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 surgeries, I found out that after EVERY surgery, a patient is up to 70% more likely to die from DVT (deep vein thrombosis) than if they hadn't had surgery.  And that percentage is for a whole three months.  So, basically, for the entire last year, I've been in that critical window....nice of ANYONE to fill me on that note. I mean, really, shouldn't someone, anyone, have thought to tell ME about it??  Well, actually, in their defense, they may have and my chemo brain did a dump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the upside, diabetics are often treated for non-healing wounds in hyperbaric oxygen chambers and they are up to 65% effective.  When I go to Tampa on Wednesday, I will ask for consideration to use the chambers.  Either that, or I seriously have to consider removing the implants or a second opinion, or surgeon.  I definitely have another problem and that will mean another surgery because there has been yet one more breach and I feel like a guinea pig...dammit....Something's gotta give...I just have to find the right person to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how lucky I am, I do, I really do, I'm just having a hard time accepting the fact that I may not have breasts after all...and for me, this very moment..that's tough. I've pretty much always been a girly girl and from the beginning of this, my light at the end of this tunnel was the reconstruction after chemo, etc. So now what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,I'm not trying to be a downer here, but I promised I would try to keep this real and to do that means sharing the not so good days too....doing anything else would be disrespectful not only to myself, but to every breast cancer patient that follows down this road behind me. There are ups and there are downs, today is just one of those down days...and it too shall pass....the good Lord will pick me up again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6878823827712685241?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6878823827712685241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-balance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6878823827712685241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6878823827712685241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/off-balance.html' title='Off-Balance'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-9209689152691135864</id><published>2010-07-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:32:18.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, my friend</title><content type='html'>This was a difficult week for me.  My friend, Joyce Atkins, who was diagnosed with breast cancer right around the same time as I was, died Monday, from complications of another surgery.  Her daughter Theresa called me.  It was so unexpected that as I was talking to her, I began to cry.  I just couldn't believe it, I had just talked to her two weeks ago and although she looked exhausted (don't we all), she was chipper. So, the rest of my thoughts this day are dedicated in memory of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fast food or Pot roast&lt;/span&gt;.  Sometimes, we are called upon to do things that we don't want to do, and often, it takes much longer than we want it to take. It is painful and it tests our patience and our sanity (and that of our loved ones!).  But the challenges presented upon us are what make us exactly who we are, exactly the way God intended us to be, and so my question for you today is, do you want fast food or pot roast? Personally, I want pot roast and if that means I have to endure this a little longer, because there is meaning in HIS eyes, then there MUST be meaning to it, somewhere, somehow. And that is exactly what I think my friend Joyce would want all of her friends and family to believe as well.  Choose the pot roast.  Take your time and live your life one day at a time and be happy with what you have....today...for we don't know what tomorrow holds.  Love your family and friends for who they are, not what you want them to be. Love yourself, exactly the way you are, not the way you wish you could be.  Tomorrow will come, by fast food or pot roast and I hope that you savor each and every moment. I will miss my friend, Joyce, but I believe she was called home when it was her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think I might have another infection. I'm trying not to be down about it. Again, I'm thinking pot roast.  After all, I have to remain positive, as that is half the battle, right. My other bosom buddy, Adrienne, finished chemo and is getting ready to start her radiation.  Please keep her in your prayers.  She is Stage 4 with metastasis to the back.  Her daughter Emma, 8, is growing wise beyond her years.  I hope that as the summer progresses you can find an extra dollar to donate towards my Making Strides for the American Cancer Society campaign this year. One day, women around the world will not have to worry about breast cancer, I hope, I hope, I hope......Until then, I will continue to battle against the beast and pray for a cure. I will post my link on the next writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-9209689152691135864?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9209689152691135864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9209689152691135864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9209689152691135864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye, my friend'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2678898265314268793</id><published>2010-07-04T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:06:29.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy Independence Day 2010.  234 years ago, this great country gained her freedom, and we still have it.  Serving in the military has been a part of my family for several generations and in 2004, I retired from the US Army.  Our Flag represents what and who we are as a nation and I hope that those who have the responsibility to lead us always remember how hard our forefathers worked, and the lives lost before us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tough couple of weeks, but I shall not whine, for I know that I am lucky. I've said that all along from the moment I found out I had cancer.  They found it early, I had the surgery - six of them now, and I've been able to undergo reconstruction.  The cancer remains in remission with no signs of it anywhere else in my body...thank you, Jesus.  I'm just so darn tired from this bacterial infection I'm fighting that it has knocked me down hard.  It's quite scary actually.  This too shall pass as my son would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pseudomonas, a not so fun bacteria that can hurt you from the outside, or inside.  It particularly likes people with weakened immune systems...people like me.  Doctor's appointments a plenty to check the blood and skin, etc.  That's ok - be proactive - that's what saved my life in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as each day goes by, I'm feeling a wee bit better.  No redness, no fever, and that increases my odds.  I'm thinking about doing a lot of things differently, sooner than later.  What I mean is I want to visit places and see people I haven't seen and do those things I've been putting off.  One thing is for certain; this last year has taught me that cancer waits for no one.  With that momentum, I went to see my brother, Tom, who is incarcerated in Polk County.  I love Tommy, he is truly the funniest guy I've ever met, and he has one flaw - no, he has two: One - he can't keep his hands on his own property, and two - he has only one kidney.  Other than that, he's a good guy.  We spent a few hours catching up on lost time. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you watch the fireworks this evening, try to watch them as if it were the first, and last time you were to ever experience them.....Why?  It's just an amazing feeling and you become fully present, right there and enjoy that very moment.  Love to all for a special and spectacular July 4th.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2678898265314268793?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2678898265314268793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2678898265314268793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2678898265314268793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day-2010.html' title='Independence Day 2010'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1811156790938789919</id><published>2010-06-22T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:39:52.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3NzIyODMyMjA2MiZwdD*xMjc3MjI4Mzg*OTY4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*1ZDdmMGM3MzU4NzI*/MGJjOWE*OGM4MGYzNDhhODc*YiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed963.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fae118%2Farlatweedy%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s963.photobucket.com/albums/ae118/arlatweedy/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1811156790938789919?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1811156790938789919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1811156790938789919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1811156790938789919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-997396055491530886</id><published>2010-06-21T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:51:08.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks Later and one more surgery</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is, the first day of Summer 2010.  And it has been a beautiful day. The sun has been shining and its been about 90 degrees. A gorgeous day all in all.  The last few weeks have been event filled and I continue to learn new things as I take this journey down the breast cancer path.  These last couple weeks have been hard, but I won't complain.  There are many others out there who have a much harder road than I.  I am grateful for each day that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, the steri-strips from the previous surgery were removed and there were what looked like three little black dots on my left breast. I was concerned, but Dr. Gould was not. There was also a laser burn on my right breast - an "oops" if you will.  All was fine until last Monday when it appeared that sure enough, there had been compromising of the incision. :( Unfortunately for me, it hit me fast and hard. Tuesday morning I could hardly think as my head and body ached so badly I couldn't think straight.  I was afraid to make the drive to Tampa, so I opted for a local doctor with shots and antibiotics. That got me through the evening so I could drive on Wednesday.  I "thought" they would schedule me for surgery the following week, but I should know better to be prepared for the unexpected. I was immediately admitted, placed on antibiotics and geared up for surgery.  Now, here I am six surgeries into this and although part of me is quite frightened, the other part of me trusts in God and in the medical community.  This infection was a fluke, but it should serve to other cancer patients as a warning that it can happen in a moments notice and we need to take exceptional care at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is growing back amazingly well and I'm quite pleased with it.  There's still part of me that wishes it were longer, but hey, its part of this journey, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These silicone implants that I now own are amazing little gals. The one thing that gets me is this: It is cold in my office, and when it is cold, the girls get cold, and when they get cold, my whole body gets cold because there's nothing there to warm'em up.  So, I'm on another journey to find a way to help women with this. My mind wanders and I think, "I'm in a warm climate- holy macaroni - can you imagine having these in Alaska?  Geez."  Yeah, poor women there.  You see, women who have single or bilateral mastectomy's are basically coned or scraped out and there's nothing left but skin (if they are lucky).  When the reconstruction is done, the skin is very thin thus allowing temperature changes to affect the chest and body more.  Sounds insane I know.....leave it to me to bring this up.  I patent the idea - don't steal it!  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still in school.  Four classes left.  Still chugging along like the little train that could....I refuse to give up on this dream of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, I have some strange, but good occupational therapy news. The OT nurse I saw at James Haley went into detail with me about the lymph system - the sewage system of our body if you will. When lymph nodes are removed, the system slows down and you must take extra precautions.  Just what does that mean?  It means reduce eating preserved foods, foods in boxes and cans, etc, these things have a tendency to bog down your lymph system because it has to break it all down (they are unnatural).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, to help "wake up" the lymph system in the morning, lightly brush each arm from the hand up to the shoulder (very lightly now) on all sides. Do it to both arms and even your legs because you have lymph nodes in your hips, so start at your feet and lightly brush up toward your thighs.  I know this sounds silly, but try it.  When you lightly brush up, do you feel that sensation? That is your system saying, "Hello, I am here" or something like that.  Anyway, you are waking it up so it starts working. As a cancer patient you want to do that every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have had a single/bilateral mastectomy, do the same thing with your breast, lightly working away from the center/nipple area.  Afterward, you should brush it toward your diaphram area as that is apparently where everything goes from the lymph system to disperse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing information, huh?  I know it sounds a little hoky, but I swear, this therapist comes highly rated, and as such, until I either think she's nuts, or prove her wrong, or a miracle occurs, I will continue to do these exercises. Why? Because in my opinion, they sure as heck can't hurt......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a big shout out to Kimmy and Donna who graduated from Webster this last semester attaining their Master's Degree's!! Way to go, ladies - I'm right behind ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-997396055491530886?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/997396055491530886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-weeks-later-and-one-more-surgery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/997396055491530886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/997396055491530886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/three-weeks-later-and-one-more-surgery.html' title='Three Weeks Later and one more surgery'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3179597380003601951</id><published>2010-05-24T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:55:06.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Surgery</title><content type='html'>Well, yet again I have another new chest. Last week, they went in, removed the old, inserted new, moved them around to reposition and lasered out a bunch of scar tissue that was encapsulating the implants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, it was a tough surgery.  It didn't take but a couple hours, but I'm quite bruised and swollen this go around.  My body is telling me it tired right now and I'm trying to listen, but I did have to return to work this morning. It was very, very difficult.  I'm pretty sure that I almost cried many times, but I pushed through it and just asked God for mercy on my girls.  Was going to stay in and rest at lunch, but changed my mind and went to Makoto's w/Cdr G.  Thanks!  I owe ya one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally home and it's early evening, thank goodness. I think I'll enjoy the quiet time....I have a break from school so I'm going to take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all my Webster friends who are graduating with their Master's....you lead the way....a big HOOAH! to you.  I'm rocking slow and steady and not giving up -one class at a time, carrying a 4.0 GPA, and just recently inducted into Delta Mu Delta.  Not too bad for a breast cancer patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3179597380003601951?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3179597380003601951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-surgery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3179597380003601951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3179597380003601951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-surgery.html' title='Post Surgery'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3467736484738323484</id><published>2010-05-09T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:47:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all mother's, wherever you may be.  You deserve this single, special day each year, and I'm so glad to be here to celebrate it with you.  I've been quiet here because I've been trying to regroup - I crashed my computer and lost all my college homework and "stuff" - years of it.  I was overwhelmed.  And I've had lot's of things to make up in a college class; a presentation, a 16-page paper, and a final.  No easy task by any means. But I'm back. :)  Today, I'd like to keep this simple and send a special wish to my own mother, who died from cancer when I was 19. I cannot take credit for the poem, but it is just as heartfelt.  She was taken from me way too early, but I now understand this disease waits for no one. So Mom, this one's for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If roses grow in heaven, please pick a bunch for me, place them in my mothers arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her that I love and miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday, but there's an ache within my heart that never goes away. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MAMA. I LOVE AND MISS YOU!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3467736484738323484?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3467736484738323484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3467736484738323484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3467736484738323484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1737770693640838586</id><published>2010-05-04T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:15:46.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me!</title><content type='html'>We did the "Relay 4 Life" this past weekend and what a joyous occasion it was.  First, I need to give serious high-fives to all the students who were out there supporting this event.  Wow, my cup runneth over... I couldn't believe the support - it was fantastic.  And to the teachers and others who put the event on - what a great job! My bosom buddy, Adrienne, was there for a majority of the day and into the evening.  She stayed for the Luminaria candle lighting ceremony.  I don't know how she made it, but she has the strength of a hundred angels.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had preop on Thursday, so I stopped by the Casino and lucky me, I won $200!!! Yayyyy!!  I took it and ran right out the door, which is something I don't often do. I put it away for the Relay and I purchased tickets to all the little things that people at the event were raffling off.  I figured if I won, it was meant to be, and if not, it was still meant to be because it was all for research for cancer..amen, amen and AMEN!  After hitting a concrete wall (figuratively) late in the evening, I left to rest for a couple hours and returned at 0600, just in time to hear an announcer say, "Ms. Arla.... YOU are the proud new owner of the hottest new Ipad!!"  Yep, I won an Ipad for a single $10 ticket purchase.  How about that.... I took a picture and texted it to my boys to show it off.....HA!  That went over well... LOL!  What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel so very blessed for each moment I have....even though I learned my son, Kyle, will be leaving to go back to St. Louis.  I am deeply saddened, but I believe he should learn his dad's company, and be close to where his grandma is. I should reconsider things at some point as well.  I love my boys so much....but hate that weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me - my home computer bit the dust, self inflicted. Took everything with it. Homework, thesis, all my old school work, all my pictures, etc...Wow, I am still having a hard time reconciling this, but cannot dwell on it....A classmate advised that I sent her my thesis as a guide and she still had it....THANK YOU JESUS!!!!  It will be much easier to recreate....Lucky me, yet again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week all....much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1737770693640838586?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1737770693640838586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/lucky-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1737770693640838586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1737770693640838586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2803656560210150491</id><published>2010-04-18T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:41:19.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>So, I caught up on my taped shows today and watched an Ellen show from this past week.  It was about "Larry" the whale - a whale who escorted a woman raising money to support breast cancer by paddling (basically) on a surf board?? That is not what you call it but I'm having a fog moment here.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was walking on my treadmill and as I live and breathe I SWEAR I heard God say, "See, there are miracles all around you".....and it was so real that it made me cry. It stopped me in my tracks. A single encounter with a playful whale has continued to bring so much needed emphasis on this cancer.  And bless that woman for giving so much of herself to do that for her friend. Google it if you have a minute - it was an amazing moment with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we quiet ourselves from the outside world long enough, we can see and hear what really matters most.... Have a blessed week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - and if you are local, please visit the PAL Center behind the Jr/Sr High School in Satellite Beach, on April 24th to see Operation NOW (Not on Our Watch) in action. The mission is to educate our youth in the hopes to prevent losing them to distracted driving. Rene' Rubiella, President, and Founder is a guest on my show this month. (NASA channel 49, Wednesday and Sunday evenings) I hope we can help your children be a little safer out there on the roads. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2803656560210150491?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2803656560210150491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2803656560210150491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2803656560210150491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5653814830220302922</id><published>2010-04-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:36:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Hall of Fame Patriotism Award</title><content type='html'>April 8, 2010 was a big day - yet I never saw it coming.  I was acknowledged with a President's National Police Hall of Fame Patriotism Award, written and submitted by the members of "Families of the Shield".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was presented at our Annual Department Meeting last Thursday and I almost fell over.  To give you an idea of just how stunned I was, nearly anything can engage my tears nowadays, even a turtle crossing the road...but I couldn't even cry or talk. I am rarely - and I mean rarely, ever speechless, but I was.  All I could manage was a meek and humbled thank you and a slight nod to our superior officers to hang in there that things are looking brighter every day. And with that, a standing ovation. Really?  I mean, seriously - for me?  I am the one in awe of them.....unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get chills reflecting on the special moment. Melbourne Police Officer John Pasko, you are a very kind person. Thank you for even thinking of me, but more so, taking the time to write such an amazing nomination letter and the photographs - WOW! I am still blown away.  One of those photo's (at right) truly reflect my journey down this path with breast cancer.  So many times I have felt so alone, but yet, I know that the good Lord has been right here beside me along and just knowing that, I feel stronger, and loved, and fear no evil.  That one picture says so much, not just about me, but also about him, my friend and co-worker (John) who put so much effort into this award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT Loos said the look on my face when he called my name was priceless. I'll bet it was.  :)  It was definitely one of those WOW moments in my life.... thank you so much John and Families of the Shield.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, my second CA15-3 cancer mark test came back.... at a "7" - that is great news!!!! I am one more day closer to being out of the woods.  July 17th will be one year cancer free.....hmmm, I'm even thinking about changing my birthday this year to that day and throwing a big party.....love to all - have a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5653814830220302922?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5653814830220302922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/police-hall-of-fame-patriotism-award.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5653814830220302922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5653814830220302922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/police-hall-of-fame-patriotism-award.html' title='Police Hall of Fame Patriotism Award'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4624136302218962458</id><published>2010-04-02T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:32:47.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Month</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!  Yesterday, I had the privilege of making a special Certificate of Appreciation for the Radiologist who caught my nearly undetectable cancer so early.  I had to have another CA15-3 blood test at the VA, so it was a good opportunity for me to take it to him.  I also had one for my favorite doc, Linus A., who is kind, compassionate, and caring.  Linus wasn't in, so I asked to have it left on his desk where it would be the first thing he saw when he came in this morning.  As for Dr. Miller, the Radiologist, he was very touched and even choked up by it.  No one had ever come back and done/said anything like that.  I hugged him and thanked him for saving my life....he said he would always treasure it.  I hope that he shares it so that others will see how much he is appreciated.  It was one of those moments, yet again.  Part of my plan to not forget to thank and appreciate everyone who has stood by me this last year.  One line on the certificate says, "Imagine being truly grateful, then magnify it times a thousand and it still does not come close to the eternal gratitude I will always have toward you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I go to Tampa for more follow ups and I have three more certificates.  One for Leslie, one for Dr. Perez, and one for my chemo nurses.  Every one of these people played an important role in my well-being, both mental and physical during the most challenging time of my life, and this is the only way I know how to thank them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I thought they might think it a bit silly, but after seeing Dr. Miller yesterday, I now believe otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, had a special moment with a new little puppy that was welcomed into a co-workers home....I'm adding the picture here.  He sure is a little beauty and he just wanted to snuggle with me...awwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a very special weekend.  This is our holy Easter weekend, where the resurrection of Jesus Christ is celebrated.  According to scriptures, he was raised from the dead three days after his death on the cross.  With his death, he paid the penalty for sin and for all those believing in him, shall have eternal life in Christ Jesus. Amen to that....Whether or not you believe, may you be filled with a hope and faith to make your every day a memorable one.  Hugs to all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4624136302218962458?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4624136302218962458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4624136302218962458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4624136302218962458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-month.html' title='A New Month'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-26762788086617893</id><published>2010-03-17T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:23:10.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>On June 8, 2009, just days after learning I had breast cancer, I began this blog and I wrote the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is moving along. I am frightened, but I have faith. I am educated, but not in this. So, what's a girl to do? Put my faith in God and know that I am exactly where I am supposed to be....today. And that's enough for me. As for my thought for today, I actually just now "stole" it from my dear childhood friend that I've known since first grade, Rose. She put it on her facebook page and I thought it was pretty profound: "There are two ways to live your life...One is as though nothing is a miracle, The other is as though everything is a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on this St. Patty’s Day, March 17, 2010, I reflect on that passage and say, “Everything is moving along beautifully. I am still a little frightened at times, but not afraid because I am now educated in this disease.  I place my faith in God, always, and still believe that I am exactly where he wants me to be….today, and everyday….and that is all I ask for.  Thank you, Jesus". With regard to my friend Rose’s quote: "There are two ways to live your life – and I CHOOSE to live as though everything is a miracle….”  Yes, indeed. Love to all....OH - and to my friend and school mate Donna - it was so great to see you again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-26762788086617893?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/26762788086617893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/26762788086617893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/26762788086617893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8365670516647396366</id><published>2010-03-03T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:03:15.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months Later</title><content type='html'>This will be brief, and I hope, filled with hope for others. It has been 10 months since that moment when sitting at this very same desk (see picture at right) that I received the phone call and was told I had this dreadful disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, my life has been a roller coaster filled with tears, fears, hope, prayer, hugs, help, and every other source of assistance imaginable.  My friends and family were closer to me than I could have ever imagined and for which I am eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tush is bigger, but so is my heart. I lost my breasts, my modesty, my dignity (at times) and my hair, but I've gained so much more out of life and every single day for me now is an amazing and beautiful gift.  And honestly, I hope I feel this way for each and every day of the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I wake up, and the first thing I say is, "Come on girls (to my dogs) and thank you, Jesus, for another day....It's going to be beautiful yet again."  How could it not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I'm getting the "Hey, you sorta look like that Jamie Lee Curtis gal on the Activia commercial.....yeah, sure I do.... I don't care who I look like as long as I wake up and look like someone each day...and I get to do something good - somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day all...hugs ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8365670516647396366?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8365670516647396366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-months-later.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8365670516647396366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8365670516647396366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-months-later.html' title='10 Months Later'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3561328992334930772</id><published>2010-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:32:53.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News and Updates</title><content type='html'>Hi all~ It has been a crazy last week or so.  Last Wednesday, my sister Sherry had her knee replaced.  Something long overdue. Before going into surgery, I was in preop with her and Ferell (quick story) and after one sedative, Sherry started telling the nurse, Stephanie, about my cancer and surgeries, etc. She then told Stephanie about my wig, to which an older woman in the corner (waiting w/her husband who was having surgery also) stood up and said, "I want to see", and puzzled, I looked over, and as I did, she yanked her wig off, and I laughed and yanked my wig off, too!!! I then ran over and gave her a big hug and we shared a few precious minutes talking about our cancer and our hair. She had just finished her last chemo the previous week and so she was still bald.  My hair is coming back black and white.....it's pretty wild...Anyway, I just had to share that moment with all of you because it was like something that only happens in movies.  It was a great feeling...and shortly thereafter, my sister was out like a light.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next evening, my son, Kyle, crashed his motorcycle. I didn't find out until Friday morning.  He was released from the hospital yesterday with a concussion, fractured fibula, torn ACL, and road rash.  He is very sore, and I hope, and pray, he never gets on a motorcycle again.  The trauma nurse said that he was riding on the wings of angels that night.  I believe her.  He was very, very lucky and I think he knows that. He even told me he will fix it up only to sell it and get his money out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's been a busy week.  But not so busy to think of my warrior sisters and all my friends who have been so supportive of me.  There is not one day that goes by that I don't hold you close in thought.  I notice that as I begin to feel better, my calendar seems to get fuller - what's up with that??? Actually, as of late it has been my sister, my son, and school.  That's all. Once things settle down, and I'm really back on my feet, I want to volunteer time to somewhere that supports breast cancer patients.  I feel that I have a lot to offer; hope, love, peace, laughter in hard times, and eternal friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me - how have YOU been?  Hugs to all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3561328992334930772?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3561328992334930772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/news-and-updates.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3561328992334930772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3561328992334930772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/news-and-updates.html' title='News and Updates'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-673179674459858413</id><published>2010-02-15T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:35:58.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Valentine's</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I hope you had a very special Valentine's Day! I've yet to find me another special Valentine, but that's OK, I don't fret over it. It took me many years to realize I needed to focus on me and so I have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from beating cancer, chemo, the flu and getting hit by a truck, I continue to go to school seeking that Master's Degree....I'm keeping my fingers crossed that by December of this year, I will finish.  So what will I get to call myself for those thousands of dollars invested???  Hmmm, let's see.... Master? No.  Sophisticated? Not really, I'm pretty laid back.  Scholarly?  No.  OK fine.  I'll just settle for the love of learning and the true desire to teach and inspire others.... especially my own boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling fairly well nowadays and I'm very excited about that. I still have days when I have absolutely no energy and when I do, I listen to my body (something I never did before). The further I get away from the last chemo day in November, the better I feel.  The steriods are still sticking to my hips and lips, but I know that one day the weight will go too.  By the time I get done with work (full-time) and school, I'm completely exhausted so I apologize for not being on here each day. Know that I think of YOU, and my warrior sisters, every single day. Your love and support this last year have been a tremendous blessing. I will try to catch up with some of you this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the faith and wishing YOU an amazing day filled with grace, laughter, and love.  Hugs~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-673179674459858413?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/673179674459858413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-after-valentines.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/673179674459858413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/673179674459858413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-after-valentines.html' title='The Day After Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7542806008347456503</id><published>2010-02-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:45:34.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Plunge Update</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry everyone - chemo fog at work.  I forgot to update you on our Polar Plunge in January! I raised $260 in three days, but in less than one week, our group of 10 raised over $2,000. I must give a special shout out to SGT Rocque and his daywatch squad here at the Police Department for donating almost $500 to support us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, the Plunge raised more than $62,000 and it felt GREAT to be a part of something so special.  These special athletes rely on people like you and me to help enrich their lives.  To the right, I have added a couple photos taken at Aquatica on 9 Jan 10. I did not take the "dip" for obvious health reasons, but I did participate in every other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, sorry for the delay and thank you so kindly for your donations to this wonderful group!! Miracles happen everyday and YOU are part of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7542806008347456503?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7542806008347456503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/polar-plunge-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7542806008347456503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7542806008347456503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/polar-plunge-update.html' title='Polar Plunge Update'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-9051510767331024893</id><published>2010-02-05T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:23:40.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Months Later</title><content type='html'>Well, it is nine months after my diagnosis.  I have been through four surgeries, four rounds of heavy-duty chemo, a port, steriods, tons of drugs, hair loss and an extra 20 lbs - but hey, who's counting???   ME!  That's who. I'm counting every single one of my blessings - and every new little hair that presents itself.  It has been a long road to get here and I still have "Phase 2" left - that is one more surgery to re-set my implants and create new nipples.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a CA15-3 cancer marker test done and my number came back at an "8" which indicates my cancer has responded well to the chemo. From what I understand, any number under 32 is ok, but when it rises over that, it becomes a warning that something may be going on.  Thank you, Jesus, for giving me a new lease on life.  My promise to everyone, and myself, is to not let one day go by wasted and to let people know I appreciate them....because I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving along in my little red car with my little chemo fog the other day, a thought occurred to me.  What do I wish someone would have told me when all this started....after awhile and time to try to recollect some of the good thoughts and hugs and wishes, I realized that the one thing I wish someone would have said is, "Girl, the next 6 months of your life is going to suck! You're going to feel sick, and you are going to beg God for mercy, BUT you WILL hang in there, and get to the other side of this".  Which I'm pretty sure my favorite nurse Leslie did say something along those lines, but I just couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, any woman who reads this, with love and admiration, I tell you this: "Cancer does suck, but you do whatever you have to do to get to this other side of it. You become a warrior and make it your goal to set a positive example for those who follow behind us."  That is my charge to you.  It is a heavy load to carry at times, but you CAN do it.  Know that every evening as I lay my head down, I thank the good Lord for his mercy, and I ask him to gently carry YOU through your hard days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-9051510767331024893?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9051510767331024893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/nine-months-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9051510767331024893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/9051510767331024893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/nine-months-later.html' title='Nine Months Later'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1004093560447554096</id><published>2010-01-13T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:06:21.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Polar Plunge -Melbourne Copsicles</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!  Well, I am wasting no time with what time I am granted.  This year, I will be dedicating more focus to the Special Olympics, beginning with the Polar Plunge this weekend.  Members of the Melbourne Police Department, including myself, will be taking the icy cold plunge into an ice filled wave pool at Disney's Aquatica.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Olympics supports intellectually challenged children throughout their entire lives, and funds are raised through law enforcement activities and sponsorships.  I ask that if you can, please donate a dollar, or two, or whatever you can spare, to our team, "The Melbourne Copsicles" so we can our part to support these amazing kids and adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my own challenges this past year, I can tell you this; I would not have been able to do much at all had I not had the support, mental and physical of my family, my friends, and YOU.  So this has quickly become near and dear to me and I feel that God is using me to help support this and other upcoming events for this wonderful group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I wanted to run a half-marathon in 2010?  Well, when April rolls around and we do our part of the Special Olympics torch run - guess who will be running with the group?  Yep, yours truly - that is how committed I am to this project to help others in need.  I hope that you find, in your heart, to help me help them.  I will post pictures as the events unfold.  You can donate on our page at:   http://www.firstgiving.com/arlatweedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much and God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1004093560447554096?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1004093560447554096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/polar-plunge-melbourne-copsicles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1004093560447554096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1004093560447554096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/polar-plunge-melbourne-copsicles.html' title='The Polar Plunge -Melbourne Copsicles'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7310082782816603425</id><published>2010-01-12T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:25:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 12, 2010</title><content type='html'>Wow - January 12th and by the grace of God, I'm feeling fairly good!  I did 30 minutes on the exercise bike and another 20 on the treadmill! I know it might not sound like much, especially coming from me - a retired soldier, but, 3 months ago, I could hardly sit up by myself,or walk to the mailbox without great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe the joy I feel inside - I'm just so excited to wake up each morning... I don't ever want to lose this amazing feeling - what a gift. I started back to school to finish my Master's Degree, and although I'm taking what I hear is probably the hardest course, I'm not afraid....I'm diving in and giving it my all!! WOOHOO!  And....keeping my fingers crossed.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, now if I can just keep the energy spurts coming!! LOL  Happy January!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already this year, my thoughts are with so many whose health has not been so good as of late.  My brother Johnny, my brother-in-law Hassell, my sister, who is having a knee replacement soon, Ms Shirley K, a veteran, who passed away yesterday, and Adrienne, who continues her battle with breast cancer.  I saw Adrienne today and she looked beautiful.  I know she didn't feel so great, but she is a woman of faith, and it was clear to me that God's armor is protecting her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had open heart surgery and is holding his own and my brother-in-law had two stints put in today; thankfully they are doing better, and my sister is looking forward to walking without pain once again after her surgery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, that even when we think, and wish, and hope, things were different, that all is as it should be in the world as it is HIS plan, and we must keep the faith and believe in HIS love for us.  HE has given me a new inspiration to live and love each day, and so be it - I am, one minute, every minute, at a time, and it's a great feeling!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7310082782816603425?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7310082782816603425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-12-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7310082782816603425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7310082782816603425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-12-2010.html' title='January 12, 2010'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3949705226583738669</id><published>2010-01-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:29:28.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, the holidays were a joy, albeit busy, but I savored every single moment as I realize things could have been different this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still under doctor's care and require yet another surgery, but it should go smoothly.  I have an upcoming CT Scan that will likely determine whether there is anything else going on in my body - that and a CA15-3 blood test.  Personally, I "feel" all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker's daughter got great news - in lieu of being a Stage 4, they staged her at a 2B.  The difference in the two stages is vast and could very well be the difference in her life.  I was so pleased upon hearing her news that even though I don't really know the young woman, it overwhelmed me into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts for the New Year are this - maybe in the past, I was just moseying and getting by, but I am more determined than ever to really live life and not just merely exist in it.  (I recently heard that from a friend)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you too choose to enjoy and savor every single moment you are granted - life changes so quickly.  Thank God for all the miracles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the years ahead!  Happy New Year and love to all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3949705226583738669?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3949705226583738669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3949705226583738669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3949705226583738669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5984020088556745029</id><published>2009-12-22T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:09:45.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas-time</title><content type='html'>Christmas 2009....Wasn't so sure I would live to see it, but thank God I am here.  My spirit is filled with thanks and amazement as I look around and see the joy in others' eyes - especially the children.  Especially my own children - I am so grateful to spend another year with them.  Brad and Kyle, I love you more than words can ever express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope parents take the time to teach their children the true meaning of Christ-mas, so they can carry in their hearts with them as adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the brightest, safest, happiest days ahead as we share our Christmas with those we love.  Keeping the Christ in Christmas and wishing you peace and love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in 2010....love to all....and thank you for sharing my unexpected journey with me this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5984020088556745029?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5984020088556745029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5984020088556745029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5984020088556745029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas-time'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1721833912866772243</id><published>2009-12-18T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:43:44.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas</title><content type='html'>Six months ago I received the worst news of my life, and now, here it is just 7 days before Christmas and I'm just so happy, and grateful, to still be here to thoroughly enjoy it.  Wow - life is good, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am so thrilled with the littlest of things and am sitting back and taking it all in as if it were brand new.....I don't want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your Christmas a time filled with special memories that will rest in your heart and soul forever.  And don't forget to keep the Christ in Christ-mas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1721833912866772243?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1721833912866772243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1721833912866772243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1721833912866772243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas.html' title='Countdown to Christmas'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4622924048701436262</id><published>2009-12-10T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:01:04.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Note</title><content type='html'>This morning, I found out that another special someone just found out she has an advanced breast cancer.  What I want to say to her is this:  "Adrienne, have HOPE!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands of women who have come before you in this, and they are fighting a good fight, and you will too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here with you, supporting you, and praying for you.......and I am available, day or night, if you ever need someone to talk to.  God be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4622924048701436262?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4622924048701436262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-note.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4622924048701436262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4622924048701436262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-note.html' title='Special Note'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-7067357583270518515</id><published>2009-12-08T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T05:30:21.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>Well, I can tell that my final "third" week is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, for the first time in SIX MONTHS, I felt "good".  I wasn't completely dragging my feet and everything I did didn't exhaust me.  I woke up feeling rested.  So, aside from still recovering from the surgery with swollen breasts, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a day I relished.  Today, I still feel well, but I didn't sleep so good, and I can feel the difference.  All in due time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-7067357583270518515?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7067357583270518515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7067357583270518515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/7067357583270518515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3941721460065075430</id><published>2009-12-03T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:16:13.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling tired but better</title><content type='html'>Well, I went in for a check up yesterday and it seems that everything will start to wind down now.  The doctors have done everything they can to kill the beast, the rest is up to God. In other words, as it stands, I am cancer free today and can consider myself a 6-month survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true test of time is two years.  Because my cancer was so aggressive, if it is going to come back it would rear its ugly head within the next 18 months.  I will do everything I can do on my end to prevent it.....and then pray.  I still believe that although this has been a nightmare for me and my family, it has re-awakened my soul and zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I remain exhausted, but hey, like my oncologist said yesterday, "Um, let's see, you've had 4 major surgeries, the flu, AND got hit by a truck.....Don't you think its time for your body to rest???"  Duly noted, Ma'am.  For the rest of the year, I am committed to letting my body recover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the happiest of days as you move this beautiful Christmas season.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3941721460065075430?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3941721460065075430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-tired-but-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3941721460065075430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3941721460065075430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-tired-but-better.html' title='Feeling tired but better'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-5954411679644141818</id><published>2009-11-25T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:03:40.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Lord Knows</title><content type='html'>Well, as I said in my previous post, the Good Lord knows what he is doing and I'm glad I put all my trust in him because I got a big surprise yesterday at the hospital.  In order to prevent an additional surgery in January, my amazing doctors decided to go full speed ahead and remove BOTH expanders and give me my new permanent silicone implants.  For Thanksgiving, I've been given the gift of two new "turkey breasts".....lololol...  For Christmas, I think I'll pop on a couple bows and think good thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the next major hurdle is to hope for no rejection of the implants. This is HUGE!! If my body rejects them, they have to take them out for 6 MONTHS - which would be bad.  The guy hitting me was a big setback that affected my overall health, but I believe in good things, and so I hope, they shall come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery went well and I now have a smaller, softer, more feminine chest for which I am mighty grateful.  I am up and moving around, albeit slowly.  This surgery was as complicated, but somewhat less painful than the original bilateral mastectomy.  So that and good painkillers keeps me feeling fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a beautiful and very special Thanksgiving.  Do your best to make it memorable ~ we never know what is to come our way...God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-5954411679644141818?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5954411679644141818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-lord-knows.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5954411679644141818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/5954411679644141818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-lord-knows.html' title='The Good Lord Knows'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-8943631581400189299</id><published>2009-11-23T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:51:36.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner than Expected</title><content type='html'>Just to let you all know, as I figured, I am now required to have surgery - MUCH earlier than January.  It is scheduled for Wednesday.  They need to go in and repair all the damage that was done when I was hit by the truck.  The bruises turned into "dead zones" by turning black, and finally opened up into holes.....lucky me - I've sprung a leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep my spirits up and I know the Good Lord knows what he is doing, so I place my trust in HIM that all will be well.  Happy Thanksgiving to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-8943631581400189299?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8943631581400189299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooner-than-expected.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8943631581400189299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/8943631581400189299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooner-than-expected.html' title='Sooner than Expected'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2833127536117624239</id><published>2009-11-22T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:05:10.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Sunday evening, and I'm finally feeling a bit better.  At least my strength is returning.  Thank goodness!  I was starting to get worried! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breast finally sprung the dreaded leak.  The bruising from when the guy hit me died and has now opened an area the size of about a dime, maybe a tad smaller.  This is bad news.  It means that the breast has now been compromised, so when I get up tomorrow, I have to call in to Tampa and my guess is that they will have to do surgery to close it up.  In order to close it, they'll have to open it, take out the expander, clean it, and replace it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because someone wasn't paying attention when they were driving.  Real nice - thanks, bud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing alot about this new recommendation about not getting mammograms until age 50.  WTF!  Clearly, the people who were in charge of this program have no clue about breast cancer - it is not getting better, it is getting worse, and women are getting it at much younger ages.  If I had not had my mammogram when I did, I would not see 46 years old or ever meet my grandchildren.  The idea of raising the age limit to 50 is ludicrous.  I put that recommendation in the same pile of crap as Suzanne Somers who now chemotherapy does not cure breast cancer.....I have some words for that woman...."Go back to your Malibu barbie house, real women don't need false preachers".  Suzanne is being irresponsible and ludicrous; every single day a woman's life is saved via chemotherapy because of breast cancer.  Hey Suzanne, here's two more words for you, "Triple Negative" - look it up and get smart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any woman reading this who is new to breast cancer, remember the following:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do your homework - don't rely on anyone to tell you everything &lt;br /&gt;2.  You will read plenty that you don't want to see - take it in doses and remember the hope&lt;br /&gt;3.  Get a second opinion &lt;br /&gt;4.  Make sure the doctor you choose is board certified in oncology&lt;br /&gt;5.  Choose to live or choose to die - then fight hard!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Cancer is aggressive, so you must be aggressive in your treatment.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Come out here to find others like yourself - you are NOT alone.&lt;br /&gt;8.  It is ok to get mad, cry, laugh, and do it again, over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;9.  It's a hard road to recovery but thousands do it everyday, so can you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ask questions - lots of them - and don't stop asking - this is YOUR life and it is important that you be kept informed every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;12. Keep a journal; whether here or in a notebook, takes notes, write down your thoughts, write down questions. Put it all there so when you are ready, you can go back and re-read how far you have come.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't be afraid to let others help.  They really want to, so let them.&lt;br /&gt;14. It's ok to be tired and weary, just remember why God gave you knees - keep him in the equation.....&lt;br /&gt;15.  Never listen to Suzanne Somers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I guess that about covers it for now.  I had hoped to do a video and post it here this weekend, but my camera wouldn't cover it all.....so now I search for a camera that will take about 8 minutes worth.  Basically, I want to explain the above information a little more thoroughly.  Hopefully, it will help someone one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a blessed and safe Thanksgiving week.  As for me and my family, I cherish every single moment that I am here with them and it feels great....Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2833127536117624239?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2833127536117624239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2833127536117624239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2833127536117624239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6735330391101021656</id><published>2009-11-19T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:57:52.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been one week since my final chemo treatment.  I would love to say it has been uneventful, but I'd be lying.  In keeping with tradition for 2009, God had other plans for the month of November.  He decided to send me one more curve ball by adding in the freaking flu. WT****!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if a dense and final dose of killer chemotherapy was not enough, apparently, he saw fit for me to get the flu and bring me to my knees for the last five days.  I honestly don't believe I've ever been more ill in my life.  Holy crap....sometimes I wonder what I have done, but it is not for me to ask why.....although in my angry moments I can get pretty pissy.  This time around I was too weak to care.  Between the chemo, the aching of the breasts, and the flu, nothing really mattered because I was too miserable.  Anyway, I'm not whining, just trying to reflect how I've felt this week.  There was a point where I nearly just gave up.  I had a 103 temp, my body ached, my head hurt, my mouth is raw, and absolutely nothing tasted - at all.....and I was so, so so weak.  Man, it sucked big time.  My breast is in trouble and I'm doing everything I can to protect it, but the only thing I can really do is hope and wait.  It's color is not good and I need 5 more weeks....God, give me just 5 weeks, please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT on the upside, I'm getting back on the road to feeling better.  One day out from the fever breaking, thank you Tamiflu and a Z-Pak, and Amoxicillan (yes, they have me on ALL 3) and I hope to regain some strength today so I can return to work tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to have dinner w/friends and see the "New Moon" movie together - for which I will properly prepare myself with a MASK!!!  Hey, I should fit right in, huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we draw nearer to Thanksgiving, I just want you all to know how grateful I am for having you in my lives, virtual and in person.  You have been SO important throughout these past months and your love and support has been amazing.  I am monumentally aware of how lucky I am to have such a wonderful support group. I am eternally grateful.  I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6735330391101021656?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6735330391101021656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6735330391101021656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6735330391101021656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day at a Time'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-3413194152993275742</id><published>2009-11-13T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:23:26.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Done</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, November 12, 2009, I endured what I hope to be my very last chemotherapy. It was rather an emotional day for me, because I know that everything that has been done up to this point is the clear line....It either works, or it doesn't.  I believe very strongly that for me, this route I've taken with the assistance of fine doctors and nurses was the best route for my cancer and that I will come out on top as a survivor who can help other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said many times before, my faith is stronger than ever and I trust that the Lord will see fit that my journey has many more years to play out. I know how hard this has been on me, and my children, my family, and friends.  I thank every single one of you for standing by me, in darkness and in light.  Without you, I don't know what I would have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still more surgeries to go, tests to take and tons of follow ups, all of which I pray will be fine.  I will continue to post my story here because even though the chemo has ended my journey continues.  And not just for me, but for all women out there who endure this disease, and for those who have lost their lives to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am committed to breast cancer, just as it has committed to me and it HAS changed my life monumentally.  Just because I am declared "cancer free" does not mean I will let this go - I will continue to support causes that support breast cancer research and I will write, and I will blog, and I will preach about it.  Please be patient with me if I bore you - my goal is to help save lives....God willing, I hope that one day, breast cancer will be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one day out from my last treatment, I feel hope.  I feel ill, but I feel so much hope for the future.  Wow - it is a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-3413194152993275742?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3413194152993275742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-done.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3413194152993275742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/3413194152993275742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-is-done.html' title='It is Done'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-2660912782940809916</id><published>2009-11-11T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:17:18.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it</title><content type='html'>So, today I woke up and realized that this trip back to Tampa will be the last one I have to go for chemo purposes.....Tomorrow is my LAST chemotherapy!  I am elated.  My breast is holding up - literally - ha! So it would appear that I can endure the last round...thank you Jesus....I just don't think I could do this again.  It's so hard, so so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea, just walking to get the mail is actually a chore - I'm completely exhausted and the mailbox is only across my street.  Work, although I love it, drains my body of all energy.  I have to rest when I get home. It's almost like full body atrophy....that's the only thing I can think of.  I don't think I could do hand to hand combat right now if I had to defend myself, so its a good thing I have a pit bull and weaponry.  But this too shall pass.......I believe....  My sister Pam is doing well and she doesn't realize it, but each day that she continues to be well inspires me.  Apparently, we have the same exact genes, so she gives me hope...she's a two-year plus Triple negative survivor. Amazing and blessed...&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck - this is one trip I'm looking forward to putting behind me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-2660912782940809916?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2660912782940809916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2660912782940809916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/2660912782940809916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This is it'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6464323783333603239</id><published>2009-11-09T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:04:50.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day New Music</title><content type='html'>Friday was a tough day, but I'm holding my own and keeping the faith.  This weekend, I heard a new song by Kenny Chesney and Dave Matthews called "I'm Alive".  It is a beautiful song and it reminded me to be grateful for the littlest of things.  I am alive......I've posted the video and song here to the right so you can listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about it, when I first found out I had breast cancer, Miley Cyrus came out with "The Climb" and I couldn't listen to it without crying because I had an idea of drastically my life was to change because my sister Pam had already been through it. Well, I've survived the climb up only to luckily be walking on the down slope with hope.  And now, with absolute perfect timing comes "I'm Alive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, God knew I needed a special message and HE sent it to me.  The message of hope I have for everyone today is to listen to the little messages God sends you.  Hopefully, it will be something quiet, gentle, and nurturing and you will know that HE is talking to you.  I heard him.  Lucky me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6464323783333603239?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6464323783333603239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-day-new-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6464323783333603239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6464323783333603239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-day-new-music.html' title='New Day New Music'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6003951570486942171</id><published>2009-11-06T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:46:55.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setback</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to Tampa today because my breast has continued to hurt since I was hit in the parking lot. It is very bruised and reddened. After an ultrasound and x-rays, there is real concern of my breast opening up. I have a seroma and two area's (black or bruised spots) that makes everyone crease their eyebrows.  Not much they can do at the moment except hope.  So, they have put some steri-strips on it to hold it closed and put me back in a compression top.  Now, just pray it stays together until after my chemo next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flippin wonderful - this sucks. I was doing well and with one more chemo to go, this could totally ruin my healing schedule.  Yep, I'm crazy upset about it and I'm angry. Dammit - that's all I need is another surgery right now because someone wasn't paying attention.  I guess, unofficially, I'm now a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I write, the more pissed off and depressed I get so I need to try and just let it go tonight.  I'm off to read some words of wisdom and faith.  I wish everyone a peaceful weekend filled with great reflection and hope.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6003951570486942171?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6003951570486942171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/setback.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6003951570486942171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6003951570486942171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/11/setback.html' title='Setback'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-6708972904349478019</id><published>2009-10-31T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:58:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun conversations</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday morning, my doctor put me in "isolation" if you will.  He told me, go home, go to bed, and stay there for a few days.  Your blood counts are way off and your white blood cells are very low at 1.9.  Essentially, I have nothing to ward off germs....so here I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to pick up my son at the airport last night and I took his car thinking I was picking up him and his friend that went with him.  Well, it took me longer than expected to get there and that was ok because he got to wait on me for a change! HA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while driving, my ex-husband called and there must have been quite a conversation that took place during Kyle's visit because, he and his wife were concerned.  We must have talked, and laughed for 30 minutes. He reminded me of old times and expressed their support. It did my heart so much good. For many years we have had what I would consider to be a good relationship.  I always loved him, I just couldn't live with him.  And his wife, Lori, well she's pretty special, too.  He could have done so much worse and if something does go bad with me, I feel safe knowing that she will do whatever she can to hold our family together.  This I believe.  I think that little trip last night was a special gift from God, reminding me of my past and my present.  One thing I thought a bit strange was that he wanted a photo of me - with my bald head.  He said it signified my strength.  Strength my a** - more like sheer fear and determination to annihilate the enemy within.  But I really appreciated his thoughts....hmm, who knows, maybe I'll send them one.  Lori and I talked and laughed for awhile as well.  She really is a funny woman - and I genuinely appreciate her support.  I'm so glad we are friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today....homemade Italiano Rigatoni....yummmm!  Already ate some - couldn't take the aroma anymore - HAD to try it.  It rocked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween and love to all!  Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-6708972904349478019?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6708972904349478019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-conversations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6708972904349478019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/6708972904349478019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-conversations.html' title='Fun conversations'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1773317995774509884</id><published>2009-10-29T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:44:25.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Week and The Shield</title><content type='html'>This week has been uneventful thus far. Thank goodness.  I praise the day when I no longer have to go a doctor's appointment, or wake up feeling yucky.  And sleep.....wow, how I miss a good night's sleep.  At times, I feel like these "temporary" breasts can be a bit overrated.  They are fully expanded but very hard, so it makes it quite difficult to sleep....but HEY - I am NOT complaining, just conversing!!  I am very grateful for where I am right now.  First, I am alive, and second, it could be SO much worse - and believe me, I take not one minute for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said on my Facebook page, I think that cancer may have been good for me.  For the last few years, I think have just been muddling along with no real passion or direction, and it found me.  I've never been more passionate in my life than to ensure I live each day to its fullest and to absorb everything that goes on around me and those I care most about. I am also fully aware that my life rests in whatever God's choice is for me and my family.  It is my job to believe, and hope, and pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to acknowledge the members of "The Shield", a group (that I also work with) who pays tribute to families of law enforcement.  Yesterday, they overwhelmed me with a surprise. They gave me an envelope....of love.  Actually, it contained a sum of money from a bake sale. I nearly cried. Not because of the money, which I am grateful for, but what it really represents - their love and friendship.  When the chips are down, you learn who are your real friends and who are not.  John P, Lisette, Peggy, Ray, Cary, Emily, and the rest of you - I humbly thank you for your true friendship, prayers, and continued support to my family.  You amaze me and I am eternally grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1773317995774509884?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1773317995774509884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/slow-week-and-shield.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1773317995774509884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1773317995774509884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/slow-week-and-shield.html' title='Slow Week and The Shield'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-4272450507673840999</id><published>2009-10-25T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:29:02.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE Filled Saturday</title><content type='html'>On October 24, 2009, I walked my first walk as a Breast Cancer Survivor.  I gotta tell you, it damn near took me down between the heat and NO WATER, but it was an amazing and uplifting experience.  I saw friends there, too, ones that I wish I could have said were not in the crowd of "survivors" being introduced....One by one, every woman came forth and gave her name, her City, and total time she's been a survivor.  Together we totaled over 500 years!  That's a lot of surviving!!!  I believe the kinship I felt as I walked this walk is unparalleled in my life.  At the end of the walk I had to sit down for some time - I think I was paralyzed by the heat.  I know, I know, I shouldn't have been in the sun and I just had chemo, but this was my chance to walk alongside other women like myself.  I carried many with me in spirit yesterday as I walked:  My mother, my sister Pam, Dolores, Ann (who just had her surgery), Lori, my cousins, Caroline, Debbie, Meditating Spirit, and Liz's mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tired as I was, a peaceful feeling crept over me. (OK maybe it was just a bit of exhaustion too!) More than 4,000 people walked with me (us) and all that money raised will go to finding a cure.  I truly believe that research today may not help me, but it WILL help change the future for women and one day breast cancer will be a thing of the past.  This was so huge and I want to live to help bring that change about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest turns 21 tomorrow....wow....I sure do love my "babies" and I'm so glad they are all grown up and doing well.  You make me a very proud mama, boys.....I love you infinitely....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-4272450507673840999?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4272450507673840999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-filled-saturday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4272450507673840999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/4272450507673840999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-filled-saturday.html' title='HOPE Filled Saturday'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256765069332464495.post-1828691677263158399</id><published>2009-10-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:08:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Down, One to Go!</title><content type='html'>I had another round of chemotherapy yesterday and this one was a little tougher. My body is doing its best and fighting hard against this chemical, but the chemical is doing what it is supposed to be doing and as such it knocks me back a bit, so I am just going to hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, I received a couple phone calls this morning, neither of which helped me from yesterday.  While sitting in chemo, another man that I've seen there each time was told he was terminal. It was all I could do to keep from crying because I watched the hope fade from his eyes and it deeply saddened me. I just wanted to hug him. I can tell you just from what I myself have been through that hope is the one thing we hold onto.  I cannot grasp someone taking that from me.  But I saw it in him as he said he wanted to go home.  That I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One phone call was to let me know about one of my very special (favorite) volunteers at the PD, Don.  A few months ago, he was diagnosed as having a terminal cancer but he's been up and going since, almost as if he were fine, just a little more tired.  He even wanted to come back and continue volunteering which we of course would have embraced.  He died around 0400 this morning.  Again, my heart ached.  An absolute joy of a person that I adored. And his wife, well they were best friends for many many years and they have grown children. Today, I write for him.  I will miss you my friend.  Thank you for sharing your family and your friendship. Via Condios.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other call was because a co-worker's wife who had been ill for some time had also passed. In her case, I think it was divine intervention.  That family has endured great heartache throughout her illness. But, it does not take away from the fact that it was a woman, a wife, a mother, a loved person, who will be greatly missed by many. May she too rest in peace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a little 7 year old girl named Somer Thompson was abducted from Orange County, FL and found of all places, in a landfill.  What kind of a monster take the life of an innocent child?  This is just so wrong on so many levels.  The scary part is that many little girls and young women have gone missing here in the last few years, none with good turnouts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell, my heart is a little heavy today, but I know that God is in charge here, not me.  It is my position to trust in him, whatever it is, and just let God do his job.  Therefore, I must believe that these men, this woman, and this child are now being carefully held in HIS arms and will have an eternal future in heaven.  This is what I hope.  Have a blessed day and be thankful for each moment you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256765069332464495-1828691677263158399?l=arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1828691677263158399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-more-down-one-to-go.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1828691677263158399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256765069332464495/posts/default/1828691677263158399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arla-anunexpectedjourney.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-more-down-one-to-go.html' title='One More Down, One to Go!'/><author><name>Arla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11842175760029251137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRLRkGH7g-E/Sipv5sJqLYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FNryIlfD4QY/S220/100_0398.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
