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5月31日 New Kind of Breast Cancer...
This is so important to every woman you know.
Please share it with everyone you know and particularly those you care about.
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New Kind of Breast Cancer
New kind of Breast Cancer - DO NOT DELETE
Please forward to all of the women in your lives .
Mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, friends, etc.
In November, a rare kind of breast cancer was found. A lady developed a rash on her breast, similar to that of young mothers who are nursing.
Because her mammogram had been clear, the doctor treated her with antibiotics for infections. After 2 rounds, it continued to get worse, so her doctor sent her for another mammogram. This time it showed a mass.
A biopsy found a fast growing malignancy. Chemo was started in order to shrink the growth; then a mastectomy was performed; then a full round of Chemo; then radiation. After about 9 months of intense treatment, she was given a clean bill of health.
She had one year of living each day to its fullest. Then the cancer returned to the liver area. She took 4 treatments and decided that she wanted quality of life, not the after effects of Chemo. She had 5 great months and she planned each detail of the final days. After a few days of needing morphine, she died. She left this message to be delivered to women everywhere:
Women, PLEASE be alert to anything that is not normal, and be persistent in getting help as soon as possible.
Paget's Disease: This is a rare form of breast cancer, and is on the outside of the breast, on the nipple and aureole It appeared as a rash, which later became a lesion with a crusty outer edge. I would not have ever suspected it to be breast cancer but it was. My nipple never seemed any different to me, but the rash bothered me, so I went to the doctor for that. Sometimes, it itched and was sore, but other than that it didn't bother me. It was just ugly and a nuisance, and could not be cleared up with all the creams prescribed by my doctor and dermatologist for the dermatitis on my eyes just prio r to this outbreak. They seemed a little concerned but did not warn me it could be cancerous.
Now, I suspect not many women out there know a lesion or rash on the nipple or aureole can be breast cancer. (Mine started out as a single red pimple on the aureole. One of the biggest problems with Paget's disease of the nipple is that the symptoms appear to be harmless. It is frequently thought to be a skin inflammation or infection, leading to unfortunate delays in detection and care.)
What are the symptoms?
1. A persistent redness, oozing, and crusting of your nipple causing it to itch and burn (As I stated, mine did not itch or burn much, and had no oozing I was aware of, but it did have a crust along the outer edge on one side.)
2. A sore on your nipple that will not heal. (Mine was on the aureole area with a whitish thick looking area in center of nipple).
3. Usually only one nipple is effected. How is it diagnosed? Your doctor will do a physical exam and should suggest having a mammogram of both breasts, done immediately. Ev en though the redness, oozing and crusting closely resemble dermatitis (inflammation of the skin), your doctor should suspect cancer if the sore is only on one breast. Your doctor should order a biopsy of your sore to confirm what is going on.
This message should be taken seriously and passed on to as many of your relatives and friends as possible; it could save someone's life.
My breast cancer has spread and metastasized to my bones after receiving mega doses of chemotherapy, 28 treatments of radiation and taking Tamaxofin. If this had been diagnosed as breast cancer in the beginning, perhaps it would not have spread...
TO ALL READERS:
This is sad as women are not aware of Paget's disease. If, by passing this around on the e-mail, we can make others aware of it and its potential danger, we are helping women everywhere.
Please, if you can, take a moment to forward this message to as many people as possible, especially to your family and friends. It only takes a moment, yet the results could save a life. |
5月30日
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Divine Golf
Moses and Jesus were in a threesome playing golf one day.
Moses pulled up to the tee and drove a long one. The ball landed in the fairway, but rolled directly toward a water hazard.
Quickly Moses raised his club, the water parted and it rolled to the other side, safe and sound. Next, Jesus strolled up to the tee and hit a nice long one directly toward the same water hazard.
It landed right in the center of the pond and kind of hovered over the water.
Jesus casually walked out on the pond and chipped the ball onto the green. The third guy got up and randomly whacked the ball. It headed out over the fence and into oncoming traffic on a nearby street.
It bounced off a truck and hit a nearby tree.
From there, it bounced onto the roof of a shack close by and rolled down into the gutter,
down the drain spout, out onto the fairway and straight toward the aforementioned pond.
On the way to the pond, the ball hit a stone and bounced out over the water onto a lily pad,
where it rested quietly.
Suddenly a very large bullfrog jumped up on a lily pad and snatched the ball into his mouth.
Just then, an eagle swooped down and grabbed the frog and flew away.
As they passed over the green, the frog squealed with fright and dropped the ball,
which bounced right into the cup for a hole in one.
Moses turned to Jesus and said,
"I hate playing with your Dad."
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There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother
3. He didn't get a fair trial
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure He was God
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands
2. He had wine with His meals
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian:
2. He walked around barefoot all the time
3. He started a new religion
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was anAmerican Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature
3. He talked about the Great Spirit
But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.
But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do
Can I get an
AMEN!! | | | | | | 5月25日
Flaming Arrow By Nick Harborth
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass long bow beginner
kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows
in anything that could get stuck by an arrow.
Did you know that a 1955 40horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds
before it goes down?
Tough SOB.
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was,
I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw
gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the
place. Keep in mind this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really wasn't
any fire danger. I'll put it this way- a set of post hole diggers and a 3ft. hole and you
had yourself a well.
One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten
oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (ether). The light bulb went off. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing
manner...let's face it to a 10 yr. old mouth-breather like myself ether really
doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of dads
muzzleloader pyrodex. At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the ether can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie... 1lb pyrodex and 16oz ether should make a loud pop, kinda
like a firecracker you know? You know what? Heck with that. I'm going back in the house for the other
can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too.
Now we're cookin'. I stepped back about 15ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow.
I drew the nock to my cheek and let fly.
As I released I heard a swish as the arrow launched from my bow.
In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the
truck... OH CRAP he just got home from work. So help me God it took 10
minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can.
My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTH look in his
eyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow
pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom.
Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can.
Oh. Hell. When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet.
I don't know if it was the actual compression wa ve that threw me back or
just reflex jerk back from 235 MF'n decibels of sound.
I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial
explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all
hovering 1ft above the ground as far as I could see.
It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of
grasshoppers, spiders, and a crawfish or two.
The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE DAMN DAYLIGHT
TURNED PURPLE. There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.
Notice I said "was". That mother got up and ran off. So here I am, on the ground blown
completely out of my shoes with my thundercats T-shirt shredded, my dad
is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a
Vietnam flashback ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!!
CEASE FIRE GOLL DAMIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!
His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway.
All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a
slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000ft over our backyard.
There is a Honda 185s 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and
the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.
I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment.
I don't know- I know I said something. I couldn't hear.
I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either...
not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on.
I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later.
I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later.... repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the
idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR so dad could beat me
some more.
Bring him back to life so dad can kill him again. Thanks mom.
One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again.
Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did
anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business. Dad sold his
muzzleloaders a week or so later.
And I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality either from the
blast or the beating. Or both.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery.
Its good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life
I REMEMBER THE BOW AND ARROW MY MOTHER GOT. THE RUBBER POINTS DISAPPEARED AND NAILS SHARPEN REPLACED THE MISSING RUBBER ENDS, AND THEY WOULD STICK IN THE LITTLE SHED WALL REALLY NEAT...NO, I DIDN'T SHOOT CATS OR DOGS. EXPLOSIVES WERE VERY HARD TO COME BY BUT CANS OF HAIR SPRAY WORKED PRETTY GOOD..DARN COP CAUGHT US BEFORE "WE" KILLED OURSELVES.. (MY COUSIN BILLY AND I). WELL THAT END THAT ADVENTURE OF GROWING UP. 5月22日
After living in the remote wilderness of West Virginia all his life, An
>> old hillbilly decided it was time to visit the big city.
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>> In one of the stores he picks up a mirror and looks in it. Not ever
>> having
>> seen one before, he remarked at the image staring back at him, "How
>> about that! Here's a picture of my daddy."
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>> He bought the mirror thinking it was a picture of his daddy, but on the
>> way home he remembered his wife didn't like his father.
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>> So he hung it in the barn, and every morning before leaving for the
>> Fields, he would go there and look at it.
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>> His wife began to get suspicious of these many trips to the barn.
>> One day after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the
>> mirror.
>>
>> As she looked into the glass, she fumed, "So that's the ugly huzzy he's
>> runnin' around with." 5月15日 'Daddy ..... it hurts'
This isn't a nice one, not nice at all! But I'm not going
to be the one to break the chain, we all need to know. Keep your eyes open,
always looking, and report anything you even think might be child abuse!
I'd rather be wrong than silent!!!
My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen.
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy,
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.
When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
>From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.
He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.
'I'm sorry!', I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable sh ape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor...
My name is Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
and don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ..... it hurts'
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously don't care about child
abuse. At first I thought this was just a chain
letter and I wasn't going to send it either,
but now I realize that this is an important
situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the
world die from child abuse.
RECENT KILLINGS IN THE NEWS OF MAN KILLING WIFE AND CHILDREN IS GROWING. IF YOU CAN STOP THIS BY OBSERVATION, IT WILL HELP. HERE IN CARLSBAD, RECENTLY A YOUNG MAN BROKE HIS CHILD'S ARM. THAT SAME MAN, WHEN HE WAS A CHILD, WAS BEING ABUSE BY HIS DAD, AND MY WIFE'S DAUGHTER COMPLAIN TO THE POLICE. EVERYONE HATED HER AND TOLD HER IT WAS NOT HER BUSINESS. THAT WAS 20 SOMETHING YRS. AGO. NOW, ITS A REPEAT. ABUSER ARE USUALLY THOSES THAT WERE ABUSED. SEE, LISTEN, AND DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES. THE CHILD YOU SAVE, MIGHT BE YOURS... 5月14日
When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
David Bissonette
After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.
Sacha Guitry
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.
Socrates
Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.
Anonymous
The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, 'What does a woman want?
Dumas
I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.
Sigmund Freud
'Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.'
Anonymous
'There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage.'
Sam Kinison
'I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't.'
James Holt McGavra
Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming
1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,
2. Whenever you're right, shut your mouth.
Patrick Murra
The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once....
Nash
You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to.
Anonymous
My wife and I were happy for twenty years... Then we met.
&n bsp; Henny Youngman
A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.
Rodney Dangerfield
A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: 'Wife wanted'. Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.'
Anonymous
First Guy (proudly): 'My wife's an angel!'
Second Guy: 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'
Anonymous
5月12日 Twenty Nine Lines To Make You Smile............
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TWENTY NINE LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE
1.. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
2.. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
3.. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
4... I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
5.. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.
6.. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
7.. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
8.. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
9.. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just missing.
10.. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.
11.. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.
12.. God must love stupid people; He made so many.
13.. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
14.. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
15.. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
16.. Being 'over the hill' is much better than being under it!
17.. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.
18 Procrastinate Now!
19.. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?
20.. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
21.. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.
22.. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
23..They call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.
24.. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless DEAD.
25.. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three
thousand times the memory.
26.. Ham and eggs...A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.
27.. The trouble with life is there's no background music.
28.. The original point and click interface was a Smith & Wesson.
29.. I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on.
Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!
Life is too short and friends are too few! | | | | | 5月7日
A Bucket Full of Shrimp--a true story (a wonderful
ending)
It happened every Friday evening, almost without
fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the
blue ocean
Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his
favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks
out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to
himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.
Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the
beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his
thoughts....and his bucket of shrimp.
Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in
the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their
way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.
Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him,
their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp
to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say
with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'
In a few short minutes the bucket is empty.. but Ed
doesn't leave.
He stands there lost in thought, as though
transported to another time and place. Invariably, one of the gulls lands on
his sea-bleached, weather-beaten hat - an old military hat he's been wearing
for years
When he finally turns around and begins to walk back
toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he
gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes
his way down to the end of the beach and on home.
If you were sitting there on the pier with your
fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad
used to say. Or, 'a guy that's a sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might
say. To onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird
world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.
To the onlooker, rituals can look either very
strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant ...maybe even a
lot of nonsense.
Old folks often do strange things, at least in the
eyes of Boomers and Busters.
Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down
there in Florida . That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.
His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous
hero back in World War II. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific,
he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men
survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.
Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days
on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks.
Most of all, they fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No
food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where
they were.
They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a
simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie
leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged. All he
could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft.
Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of
his cap. It was a seagull!
Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly
still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from
the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers
off, and he and his starving crew made a meal - a very sligh t meal for
eight men - of it. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they
caught fish, which gave them food and more bait......and the cycle
continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the
rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued. (after 24 days at
sea...)
Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that
ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first lifesaving seagull.
And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.'That's why almost every Friday
night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and
a heart full of gratitude.
Reference: (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm,
pp.221, 225-226)
PS: Eddie was also an Ace in WW I and started
Eastern Airlines.
5月2日 MAY 1ST AND 2ND, HERE IN CARLSBAD, NM THE "RELAY FOR LIFE" WAS HELD. THE PICTURES REPRESENT SURVIVORS, SUPPORTERS, AND CAREGIVERS WHO ARE IN UNISON DONATE TIME AND MONEY TO FIND CURES FOR VARIOUS TYPES OF CANCERS. THIS IS ONE OF THE WAYS OUR COMMUNITY COMES TOGETHER TO ACHIEVE THAT GOAL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE PICTURES AND WHEN THIS EVENT COMES TO YOUR TOWN, CITY, OR WANT TO START SOMETHING LIKE THIS, HOPE THIS INSPIRES YOU TO DO THAT. IF YOU SEE A PICTURES HERE OR YOURSELF OR FRIENDS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COPY THEM. IF YOU WANT HIGH QUALITY PICTURES OR A CD OF THE PICTURES SEND ME AN EMAIL OR MESSAGE AND I WILL RESPONSE. TAKE CARE, LIVE HEALTHY, LIVE LONG, LAUGH MORE THAN ONCE A DAY, AND QUIT STRESSING OUT. WE DON'T LIVE FOREVER....
CANCER STRIKES MEN, WOMEN, CHILDREN OF ALL RACES, CREEDS, AND COLOR AND RELIGION HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, OF COURSE PRAYERS DON'T HURT. HELP SUPPORT THE VARIOUS CANCER RESEARCH THAT GOES IN OUR COMMUNITIES AND COUNTRY.
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