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Each morning when I wake I am always thankful to be blessed with another day. This morning when I woke I was reminded that 14 years ago I was at a stage 4 with cancer. December 2013 marks 14 years of me being cancer free. I was at my best I thought 14 years ago. I had always been a clean eater, and at that time in my life I was spending 2-3 hours in the gym along with hiking regularly. I looked great but wasn't feeling great. I started having weird cravings for ice chips and carrots, and I was feeling tired and weak most days. But I continued life as I knew it. After months of ignoring how I was feeling I finally decided to search for a doctor. I grew up with home remedies and very little doctor visits - I am not one to have a family doctor. I decided to take the advice of a magazine that had a list of the top ten doctors in Phoenix, and was fortunate enough to get in. I struggled with the how's and the why me at the beginning. I shouldn't be sick with the healthy life...

I went to Big Lots - seemed to pull up, get out of the car and walk in at the same time with a woman with a little boy around 3 years of age. You could tell that her son is ill. His skin color looked like he was burned in a tanning booth, and his baldness didn't look like a child that is just getting hair. We both walked over to the shopping carts pulling one out - as she placed her son in the cart and gave him the lecture that they weren't there to buy him anything we headed off in opposite directions. As I was ending my shopping I decided to venture over to the back of the store and look at Christmas items. As I rounded the  corner there he was - the cart parked in front of a musical Christmas decoration with no mom in sight. I placed my cart beside him with no words exchanged and watched as he repeatedly pushed the button and was filled with joy each time like a typical 3 year old. While I watched him play I wondered how a mother could leave her child unattended in a s...

Taylor Swift song 'Ronan' for Phoenix boy an artistic high

I had a great weekend in Flagstaff even though I ended up getting sick. But because I got sick it made me think of all the people in my life that are fighting cancer or some type of serious illness. For some reason God has placed people in my life that are hurting either physically or emotionally. I'm thankful that I'm just fighting the flu. My prayers go out to all of my family and friends that are under attack with illness and pain. I know what it's like to fight for your life - December will be 13 years of me being a Cancer Survivor. So never  give up hope and never stop praying my friends. Happy Labor Day - have a safe one!

Still not feeling like writing today, but I did promise myself that I would write for a year, so I am. You know how life throws you a curve ball, or the way that I look at it is the devil attacks when you're doing something positive and you take two steps forward, then suddenly you feel like you're taking three steps back. That's my life at the moment. For those of you that don't know me well, it takes quite a bit to knock me down and take me to a spot where I begin to spiral down. But, yesterday morning I woke up feeling a bit defeated. First of all, a really good friend of mine, Karen, sent me an email telling me that her husband Jerry has cancer and they've moved to Houston for treatment. She's in the medical field so knew where she needed to go for the best treatment. Jerry is now going through 3 different chemo treatments - I feel horrible and a bit useless. All I can offer her is prayer - so that's what I'm doing. Secondly, The Shutter Rele...