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what you are about to enjoy is extreme emotion. whether that emotion is joy, sadness, hope, weakness, strength, disappointment or elation, know that everything you read here is
true. please feel free to post your thoughts :) they are much appreciated!

help me help fight Cancer one word at a time,
Danielle

..."feed your faith and your tears will starve to death"...

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

back tracking

I've just realized, I just dove right into this blog without properly setting up my audience...

First of all... the purpose of my writing this blog is to find a positive outlet for not only myself but also my family during the process of being diagnosed, treated and SURVIVING a very unfortunate disease. I never dreamed that Cancer would come crashing into my house with reckless abandon; yet, it did.

And now that this unwelcome guest has settled into my home, we are making an effort to make room for it... For example, my mom does all the grocery shopping and cleaning, laundry and cooking. Yes, we all try and help but she certainly keeps our household up and running (all with her high heels on and her hair looking like she's just stepped out of a glam magazine.) So now that she is under-going chemo, the rest of us are making an effort to pick up our own slack and help out... Needless to say, my dad, brothers and I do not look nearly as good doing it as she does!

So all of that being said, I hope to use this blog as a catalyst to describe our journey through Ovarian Cancer as a family. Lucky for me, I have an amazing family.
<3

Summer Scrub Down


So today began the incessant need to clean.

Okay, well let me go a little further back than today. For those of you who may not know, my mother has been diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer and is currently under-going chemo treatments. I have finally made my way home from a long semester of class and playing Division I Softball... only to find that my brothers (circa 1990 and 1992) cannot aim for the HOLE in the toilet. That being said, I have been scrubbing like Ms. Clean. Sharing a bathroom with two very HAIRY, very MESSY teenagers is going to truly test my patience... why do they feel the need to shave their whiskers over the sink and then leave them there?!?! After throwing some life-threatening looks their way, I feel as though they will keep the bathroom clean(er)... or at least for today!

Until tomorrow<3