<?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-1744114552219702683</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:41:02.482-04:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Help'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Procedure'/><category term='Doctors'/><category term='Keeping Positive'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='Genes'/><title type='text'>Battling Breast Cancer &amp; Raising Kids</title><subtitle type='html'>The Cancer Fight While Living the Everyday</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-5884659850443419709</id><published>2009-10-28T14:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:07:54.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genes'/><title type='text'>Genetic Testing</title><content type='html'>Since my mother had breast cancer, I wanted to know if I had the breast cancer/ovarian gene &amp;amp; possibly passed it on to the kids. Good news I do not have BrCA1 or BrCA2 genes. Seems our breast cancers are familial but not genetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-5884659850443419709?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5884659850443419709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/gentic-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5884659850443419709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5884659850443419709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/gentic-testing.html' title='Genetic Testing'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-3349515552557332743</id><published>2009-10-28T14:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:25:25.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Last Radiation Treatment!</title><content type='html'>This is my last week of radiation.  While it wasn't horrible, traveling to the hospital daily got old...fast!  It's true that if you make friends with your techs, it's actually nice to see them daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have many side effects through my 5 weeks of treatment.  Until I had the bright idea to run 2 miles at the end of week 4.  Bad idea!  My bra cut into my very sensitive skin &amp;amp; now I have an open wound &amp;amp; cannot wear a bra.  So a few tips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ask for the cleanser.  They don't give it to you unless you visit the radiation nurses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;same goes for the cooling, hydrating gel pads &amp;amp; super moisturizing gel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make your appts for 1st thing in the morning.  Afternoons &amp;amp; evenings always have a wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and, finally, stop wearing a bra by week 3 to avoid skin irritation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to the next step, Tamoxifen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-3349515552557332743?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3349515552557332743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-radiation-treatment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/3349515552557332743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/3349515552557332743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-radiation-treatment.html' title='Last Radiation Treatment!'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-1972014285202412942</id><published>2009-10-04T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:46:17.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>Breast Cancer Awareness Month</title><content type='html'>October is breast cancer awareness month. To help the cause &amp;amp; find a cure, here are a few things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy &lt;a href="http://www.yoplait.com/slsl/?WT.mc_id=paid_search_300402_636117&amp;amp;WT.srch=1"&gt;Yoplait &lt;/a&gt;yogurt with the pink lids. (yes it can be a pain to collect the lids but then you just have to mail them in).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2"&gt;breastcancersite&lt;/a&gt; daily to help someone receive a free mammogram &amp;amp; save their life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In need of a mani/pedi, purchase Essie's&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Essie-Breast-Cancer-Awareness-Polish/dp/B002MQ6ACM"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;"Yes we can pink!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a drink? Order &lt;a href="http://www.wine.com/V6/Belle-Glos-Pinot-Noir-Blanc-2007/wine/95760/detail.aspx"&gt;Belle Glos Oeil de Perdrix Pinot Noir Blanc 2007 &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; % of proceeds go to bc research. ps - this is one of the best wines I've had.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esteelauder.com/pinkribbon/"&gt;Estee Lauder&lt;/a&gt; pink ribbon collection lipsticks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order flowers from the &lt;a href="http://www.proflowers.com/pink-flowers-sgk?tile=hmpg_rightnav_sgk&amp;amp;ref=FGVSRCHgoogkwd_proflowers+site%3a..com_e"&gt;ProFlowers&lt;/a&gt; pink collection. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send pink ribbon chocolate covered strawberries from &lt;a href="http://www.berries.com/jump.jsp?itemID=12402&amp;amp;itemType=PRODUCT&amp;amp;RS=1&amp;amp;keyword=pink+ribbon"&gt;Shari's Berries&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Shopping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-1972014285202412942?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1972014285202412942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/breast-cancer-awareness-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1972014285202412942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1972014285202412942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/breast-cancer-awareness-month.html' title='Breast Cancer Awareness Month'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-1536894462134988288</id><published>2009-10-03T15:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:16:43.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procedure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>1 down, 4 to go</title><content type='html'>I finished my first week of radiation &amp;amp; I have to say it wasn't bad.  The first few days made me very angry b/c they couldn't get the films to line up right so I had to lay there for 1.5 hrs each day.  However, now they fixed it &amp;amp; it literally takes 20 minutes.  Since my appt is at 7am, I'm able to have a normal day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-1536894462134988288?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1536894462134988288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-down-4-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1536894462134988288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1536894462134988288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-down-4-to-go.html' title='1 down, 4 to go'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-6376550995067338998</id><published>2009-09-30T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:13:40.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Pray for Daisy Love</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Heidi's 5 year old niece has cancer. Please pray for her &amp;amp; her family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://prayfordaisy.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://prayfordaisy.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-6376550995067338998?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6376550995067338998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/pray-for-daisy-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/6376550995067338998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/6376550995067338998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/pray-for-daisy-love.html' title='Pray for Daisy Love'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-8507600718788005185</id><published>2009-09-23T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:31:16.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>HOPE</title><content type='html'>Of all the forces that can make for a better world, none is so powerful as hope.&lt;br /&gt;With hope, one can think, one can work, one can dream.&lt;br /&gt;If you have hope, you have everything.&lt;br /&gt;                         ~Charles Sawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-8507600718788005185?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8507600718788005185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/8507600718788005185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/8507600718788005185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html' title='HOPE'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-3659560626717976976</id><published>2009-09-16T14:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:32:05.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping Positive'/><title type='text'>Funny Things the Kids Say</title><content type='html'>AQ was looking at a catalog yesterday.  When he saw a little boy wearing a pirate 'do rag, he pointed &amp;amp; yelled, "Mommy! Mommy!"  We were all laughing so hard!  I guess I wear the 'do rag more than any other scarf or wig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-3659560626717976976?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3659560626717976976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-things-kids-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/3659560626717976976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/3659560626717976976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-things-kids-say.html' title='Funny Things the Kids Say'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-5453784914930539504</id><published>2009-09-15T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:39:17.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>NYC Race for the Cure &amp; Pink Drink Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, 10 of my fab friends &amp;amp; I walked the 5K. It was the perfect Fall day in NYC. My hubby &amp;amp; kiddos cheered me on along the way. The support &amp;amp; love I felt was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381788695407756146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaKqBsN0e8A/Sq_0TfX-A3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1IXSghK-flo/s200/race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Afterwards bestie hosted a fun soiree...Pink Drinks! Rose Champagne &amp;amp; Pinot Blanc with proceeds going to the Komen Foundation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383311539885376898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aaKqBsN0e8A/SrVdUtIhBYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BV_RbsqurbU/s200/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-5453784914930539504?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5453784914930539504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/nyc-race-for-cure-pink-drink-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5453784914930539504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5453784914930539504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/09/nyc-race-for-cure-pink-drink-party.html' title='NYC Race for the Cure &amp; Pink Drink Party'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaKqBsN0e8A/Sq_0TfX-A3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1IXSghK-flo/s72-c/race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-6720175104310256637</id><published>2009-08-30T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:57:20.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Latest Accessory</title><content type='html'>While not the prettiest thing, I now have a medical bracelet. Since my lymph nodes were removed, I can develop lymphodema at any time &amp;amp; must be very careful about not breaking the skin or cutting off circulation. No IV, blood pressure or shots for my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375755105498498674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaKqBsN0e8A/SpqEyVa7BnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acSdICnd1uU/s320/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At least it's from Tiffany's.  Thanks bestie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-6720175104310256637?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6720175104310256637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-accessory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/6720175104310256637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/6720175104310256637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-accessory.html' title='Latest Accessory'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aaKqBsN0e8A/SpqEyVa7BnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/acSdICnd1uU/s72-c/bracelet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-1223029199302344674</id><published>2009-08-19T13:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:15:30.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Pathology Report</title><content type='html'>I had my drains removed today &amp;amp; received great news.  I responded so well to chemo that my 8-10 cm tumor shrunk to 1.5mm.  And no cancer was found in my lymph nodes (if only they knew that before they removed them).  Yippee!  My dr. even hesitated a bit when he started talking about radiation as if maybe I don't need it.  He then said, "Well see what the radiation oncologist says."  Things seem a little brighter already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-1223029199302344674?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1223029199302344674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/pathology-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1223029199302344674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1223029199302344674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/pathology-report.html' title='Pathology Report'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-1203618785169384884</id><published>2009-08-12T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:47:00.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm already home.  The surgery went well &amp;amp; I'm not in that much pain.  Of course when I have to do the arm stretches it is painful but I have percocet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more step completed &amp;amp; one step closer to normal life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-1203618785169384884?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1203618785169384884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1203618785169384884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1203618785169384884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-2149122344644025526</id><published>2009-08-10T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:02:14.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big day. While I'm sad to say good-bye to one of the girls, I'm more afraid of the anesthesia.  My friend said, "Pretend he's your bartender &amp;amp; he's giving you a really strong drink."&lt;br /&gt;Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been trying to explain the situation to our oldest.  Very hard to do.  Basically we've told him mommy's breast is sick &amp;amp; the dr is going to remove it. &lt;br /&gt;He asks, "What about the nipple?"&lt;br /&gt;I respond, "He's going to take that too but I'll get a new one."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No! No! No!  I like that nipple" &amp;amp; starts to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ok. Ok. I'll tell the dr. we should keep the nipple &amp;amp; see what he says."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Ok, mommy.  Thank you.  I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later I return from my oncologist.&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Mommy did you tell the dr. we have to keep your nipple."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes honey.  He said he'll try."&lt;br /&gt;The little guy has an amazing memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-2149122344644025526?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2149122344644025526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2149122344644025526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2149122344644025526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/08/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-2820080835863160656</id><published>2009-07-02T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:03:47.432-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>No Mo' Chemo</title><content type='html'>I had my last chemo treatment on Tuesday.  Words cannot describe the absolute sense of relief that it is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've scheduled my masectomy in Aug.  While I plan to do a double masectomy, I have to wait to do the other breast when I have reconstruction.  My surgeon is worried that since I had chemo first &amp;amp; my immune system will still be recovering that I may have an increased chance of infection.  So I will have to get a prosthetic which I was hoping to avoid.  I hate the fact that I will be assymmetrical for 6+ months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear about surgery is going under.  I've had surgery before &amp;amp; 2 c-sections but now that I have kids the fear of not waking up scares me.  I want to be here to see them grow &amp;amp; discover the world &amp;amp; themselves.  I want them to know me.  They are so young that if something does go wrong they won't remember my hugs, my kisses, my goodnight routine with them, my laugh and how much I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-2820080835863160656?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2820080835863160656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-mo-chemo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2820080835863160656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2820080835863160656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-mo-chemo.html' title='No Mo&apos; Chemo'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-788475763174345839</id><published>2009-06-29T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:18:59.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><title type='text'>Adjusting My Sails</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading &lt;em&gt;Resilience&lt;/em&gt; by Elizabeth Edwards. It seemed to put into words some of the things I am feeling - loneliness, heartache, fear and hope. Her message was whatever life gives us, we must accept it (easier said than done) and adjust our sails (making our new life with what we've been dealt). That really is all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I whistle a happy tune, and every single time, the happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid." - &lt;em&gt;The King &amp;amp; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-788475763174345839?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/788475763174345839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/adjusting-my-sails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/788475763174345839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/788475763174345839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/adjusting-my-sails.html' title='Adjusting My Sails'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-508216296701340415</id><published>2009-06-19T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:58:20.356-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Chemo #7</title><content type='html'>I'm doing really well on Taxol. I'm able to have my life back but def. need a nap by the afternoon. It's nice to spend time with my kids, hubby &amp;amp; friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few different side effects. My eyelashes &amp;amp; eyebrows are slowly disappearing. Not to worry Sephora has great fake lashes. I may continue to wear them even after my lashes grow back. And for my eyebrows...Chanel Perfect Brows &amp;amp; Anastasia brow stencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 treatment left!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-508216296701340415?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/508216296701340415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemo-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/508216296701340415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/508216296701340415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemo-7.html' title='Chemo #7'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-4786538988247364173</id><published>2009-05-20T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:46:17.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Tumor Be Gone</title><content type='html'>My counts were low this week so chemo was postponed for a few days.  It was really weird. After weeks of being unable to leave my bed (due to chemo &amp;amp; an awful cold/sinus infection), I felt great the week after my 1st Taxol treatment.  I took my youngest to the museum, my oldest to the playground, went to lunch with my hubby &amp;amp; even made it to the trainer.  I really believed it was my light at the end of the tunnel.  "Not so fast," said the universe.  Bottom line IT'S STILL CHEMO! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway a week after feeling great &amp;amp; normal, I suddenly felt weak...unable to get out of bed, winded after climbing the stairs, loosing my balance.  Hell I even dropped a plate.  The highest temp...103.7.  I know that def. warrants a trip to the ER.  After my first trip, I never want to return.  So basically I take Percocet with Tylenol, the fever goes away &amp;amp; I knock out.  Of course when I tell my dr about this she tells me all the things that could have happened, including death b/c basically I don't know what my body is fighting.  Long story short the next day the fever is gone &amp;amp; I'm better.&lt;br /&gt;But not well enough for chemo. In any event, my oncologist said my tumor is gone.  She feels a little something but she thinks it's just scar tissue.  I still have to do my last 3 chemos (totally stinks) but at least I know it worked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-4786538988247364173?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4786538988247364173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/tumor-be-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/4786538988247364173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/4786538988247364173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/tumor-be-gone.html' title='Tumor Be Gone'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-2417201506190908927</id><published>2009-05-02T11:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:27:36.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Doing too much</title><content type='html'>I have found that when I start to feel better I start doing everything I normally do.  And more because I'm playing catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I started to feel a little better.  I took it easy in the morning but by the afternoon I was cleaning, organizing &amp;amp; putting away groceries.  All of a sudden I felt weak, like I was going to pass out.  I immediately went to the couch.  As my 3 yr old kept asking, "What's wrong?  Can we open this box now? Where do these vegetables go?"  I kept telling him to wait &amp;amp; finally explained that I didn't feel well &amp;amp; needed to rest.  That started the WHY questions.  It was all so overwhelming for him &amp;amp; me.  I desperately needed to rest but as a mother I also needed to calm him &amp;amp; give him answers.  After I felt better, I tried to explain.  Hoping his little brain understood.  That night he woke up at midnight, 1am &amp;amp; 4am, screaming for mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I promised myself I would not 'overdo' it anymore.  It wasn't good for him to see my that way.  And it wasn't good for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-2417201506190908927?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2417201506190908927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2417201506190908927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2417201506190908927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-too-much.html' title='Doing too much'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-8536352059556510968</id><published>2009-05-02T11:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:19:13.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Halfway Mark!</title><content type='html'>I have officially reached the 1/2 way point of my chemo treatments. No more Adriamyocin &amp;amp; Cytoxan for me! While I am so happy to be finished with these drugs, I wish I was completely finished with CHEMO. As I recouped the last 2 weeks, I kept thinking I just don't know how many more of these I can do. It really takes a lot out of me. I know I will dutifully go for the remaining 4 but I really don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last recovery was very rough. I had a cold 2 treatments ago but have never fully recovered. The cough that I have hurts...think smoker cough. It gives me a headache when I'm coughing for what feels like an hour. I can't sleep because of my cough. Luckily I take a pill, knock out but only to return to a cough at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, I was bitten by something...probably an ant. However with no immunity it was so swollen &amp;amp; painful. Truly amazing how our body works...even the small things we take for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-8536352059556510968?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8536352059556510968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/halfway-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/8536352059556510968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/8536352059556510968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/halfway-mark.html' title='Halfway Mark!'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-7998113561207499274</id><published>2009-04-18T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:21:51.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>PJ Advice</title><content type='html'>I have met some amazing women during my cancer journey.  All strong, positive women who have so much knowledge to share about the disease &amp;amp; tips to help the patient deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently met a woman who suggested I go to Lord &amp;amp; Taylor &amp;amp; buy men's large pajama tops.  I agreed &amp;amp; said, "oh to be comfortable during this process."  She said, "No because when you come home after a masectomy you have drains coming out of your armpits.  You can't move your arms &amp;amp; it is the only top that will fit you."  I wish someone would collect all this practical advice &amp;amp; put it in a book.  It's like pregnancy/childbirth, if you don't know you just don't ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-7998113561207499274?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7998113561207499274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/pj-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/7998113561207499274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/7998113561207499274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/pj-advice.html' title='PJ Advice'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-8642915026408298308</id><published>2009-04-18T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:15:46.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Hair Loss</title><content type='html'>So I knew my hair was going to fall out.  Not a big deal in the scheme of things. I bought a wig, 'do rags, hats &amp;amp; expensive silk scarves.  The thing I wear the most is my do rag.  It stays on my head &amp;amp; I forget I have it....almost like hair. &lt;br /&gt;The silk scarves not such a great idea.  I had a meeting &amp;amp; everyone kept hugging me which in turn pulled the scarf back.  When I was leaving the meeting, I looked at my reflection in the window, UH OH...totally exposed piece of baldness.  Despite all my adjustments it just didn't stay put.  Next time double sided tape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-8642915026408298308?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8642915026408298308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/8642915026408298308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/8642915026408298308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-loss.html' title='Hair Loss'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-2468637604550587307</id><published>2009-04-01T08:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:51:17.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>April Update</title><content type='html'>I've gone through 2 chemo rounds now. I've been tired, admitted to the ER &amp;amp; had to stay away from my kids due to illness. All in all this SUCKS! No other way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I shaved my head. I still had hair but strands were falling out. I totally look like GI Jane. Now if only my body looked like Demi. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-2468637604550587307?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2468637604550587307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/april-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2468637604550587307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/2468637604550587307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/april-update.html' title='April Update'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-7015108226339660119</id><published>2009-03-31T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:00:12.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>I get by with a little help from my friends...</title><content type='html'>When your friends hear the news, they all want to help. "I'll take the kids"...have you met my boys? "I'll sit with you at chemo"...uhh sometimes I want to vomit &amp;amp; have to wait like 3 hours. "I'll bring dinner"...PERFECT. If I'm feeling up to visitors, I'll see you. If not, the family gets yummy homecooked food. My husband would probably feed the kids mac &amp;amp; cheese or pizza every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had the most amazing dinners. My friends ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-7015108226339660119?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/7015108226339660119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/7015108226339660119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/7015108226339660119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-by-with-little-help-from-my.html' title='I get by with a little help from my friends...'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-5204456172182504035</id><published>2009-02-17T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:22:44.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Procedure'/><title type='text'>Radioactive Adventures</title><content type='html'>I had a PET/CT scan &amp;amp; a bone scan this week.  I have to say I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be injected with radioactive glucose so it would show up on the PET scan.  They bring it out...think small lead lunchbox.  They remove it &amp;amp; the syringe is still enclosed in a lead tube.  I had to sit for an hour &amp;amp; drink some tea drink.  I actually fell asleep.  Then you get the scan done.  Pretty easy you just have to lay still for 30 minutes.  After a while I started to get sore &amp;amp; needed to move but I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home in a cab, we saw lots of police cars.  They seemed to be running a drill or something...must have been 20 of them.  As we continued our drive, we get pulled over by one of the police cars.  His radioactive device was beeping like crazy &amp;amp; guess why...it was me.  I was so radioactive that I set off his alarm (see Homeland Security is working).  He kept following the signal &amp;amp; finally found me in my cab.  My poor cab driver was so scared to be pulled over.  Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;At least these tests weren't too bad &amp;amp; I have a funny story to tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-5204456172182504035?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5204456172182504035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/radioactive-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5204456172182504035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5204456172182504035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/radioactive-adventures.html' title='Radioactive Adventures'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-754276736014282127</id><published>2009-02-17T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:31:48.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors'/><title type='text'>Finding the Perfect Oncologist &amp; Surgeon</title><content type='html'>This search is very much like dating.  You put the word out to the people who need to know &amp;amp; most likely they have a great dr. for you to see.  Most of my dr. recs come from friends who are doctors or who have gone through breast cancer.  And it seems all the amazing doctors are at Sloan Kettering.  Hopefully I'll get an appt. early next week &amp;amp; we can start treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-754276736014282127?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/754276736014282127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-perfect-oncologist-surgeon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/754276736014282127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/754276736014282127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-perfect-oncologist-surgeon.html' title='Finding the Perfect Oncologist &amp; Surgeon'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-1192926250322236883</id><published>2009-02-16T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:16:31.927-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Sharing the News</title><content type='html'>How do you tell people you have cancer?  Of course with family &amp;amp; best friends you just say it.  But what about acquaitances?  I mean you're not really close but you will probably run into them at school drop off or the playground &amp;amp; you'll be bald.  Kinda hard to hide!  And what about your good friends who live in another country?  An email about something so important?  A phone call as they're at work or on their weekend.  My approach...those that need to know or who see me will know.  Perhaps this whole awful experience will pass &amp;amp; it will be something I say in passing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-1192926250322236883?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1192926250322236883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/sharing-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1192926250322236883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/1192926250322236883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/sharing-news.html' title='Sharing the News'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-5387965199768496738</id><published>2009-02-16T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:23:41.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping Positive'/><title type='text'>Lemons to Lemonade</title><content type='html'>I've been diagnosed with CANCER. I've been trying to find the lesson or positives out of this obviously horrific detail in my life. Here's my lemonade list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This may bring my family closer together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With chemo, I won't have to get waxed or cut my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fabulous new scarves I'll get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My reconstructed breasts will be forever perky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair may actually look better when the treatments are over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll start eating better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop trying to be Supermom &amp;amp; let other people help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll keep thinking because there have to be more RIGHT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-5387965199768496738?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5387965199768496738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/lemons-to-lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5387965199768496738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/5387965199768496738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/lemons-to-lemonade.html' title='Lemons to Lemonade'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-654727874499943492</id><published>2009-02-14T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:29:31.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genes'/><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>I never thought this would happen to me.  My mother got breast cancer at 53 (supposedly post-menopausal -which means non-genetic).  She had a masectomy, lymph nodes removed, radiation, chemo &amp;amp; stem cell transplant. It was horrific!  I wasn't there for the day to day since I live so far away but when I was there.  I wanted to cry, scream &amp;amp; run away. &lt;br /&gt;She fought the cancer &amp;amp; was in remission for 3 years.  That's 8 years total...cancer free.  (Have to be 5 years without cancer before you're considered in remission).  Then they found brain tumors. Her cancer metastized to her brain.  She of course had them removed.  Now her short-term memory is shot but she's still with us.  She's had a lot of other problems...infections, seizures, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Bottom line...I hate my genes.  Hopefully we caught my cancer early enough that I don't have to go through everything she did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1744114552219702683-654727874499943492?l=battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/feeds/654727874499943492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/654727874499943492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1744114552219702683/posts/default/654727874499943492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://battlingbreastcancerraisingkids.blogspot.com/2009/02/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10849135475389636617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744114552219702683.post-1511090708757904293</id><published>2009-02-14T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:42:59.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>I went for an ultrasound with my radiologist. I thought it was going to be routine. I had felt a lump but thought it was a cyst as it had been in the past. After seeing the images on ultrasound, she did a mammogram. Then scheduled me for an MRI &amp;amp; core biopsy. Her assumptions were confirmed....CANCER.&lt;br /&gt;She called my breast surgeon &amp;amp; had me rush down to see her. She felt my breast &amp;amp; measured it. 7cm by 7cm. Too large to just operate. Her thought is to start chemo first &amp;amp; then operate to ensure it is all taken out. But not just lumpectomy. A masectomy. I'm loosing my breast. Granted I have always hated my breasts. In my teens, I had DD boobs. So embarrassing. In my 20s, down to C. Perfection. Then pregnancy &amp;amp; now I'm going to loose them. &lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I'm scared. Scared that I'll look ridiculous with no hair &amp;amp; one boob. Scared that my kids will see me suffer. Scared that I won't be able to be there for my children when they need me the most. I know I am not the only one who has gone through this but I'm my children's only MOMMY who has to go through this.&lt;br /&gt;I think it would have been easier to do this if my children were older. But they are babies &amp;amp; I want them to know I'm here for them. 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