Toy Story
Watching Toy Story 3. If you know me, you’ll know that I love working with kids. I’m sitting here figuring out the connection between a kid and a toy. I believe that kids connect to their toys because the kid has complete control of how they LOVE. They have a chance to love their toys just as their parents LOVE them. And in what ever area the kid needs the most LOVE from their parents and have not received it…… the kid gives it to their TOYS.
PARENTS WATCH THE WAY YOUR CHILD LOVE THEIR FAVORITE TOY…… you could just learn something.
Cancer Awareness
Mesothelioma Cancer In My Thirties? TV, books and movies have taught us to fear cancer, and when I heard my diagnosis, it was like my life just stopped. Things were going so well with my 3 month-old babies, and when I was told that I had malignant pleural mesothelioma, a cancer caused by asbestos exposure, my first feeling was panic and then confusion.
After all, wasn’t asbestos some kind of banned material? That’s what I thought, and when people heard, they all wanted to know how I had been exposed. First, I realized that asbestos is not in fact banned, and second, I realized that I had contracted my cancer through second hand exposure. Asbestos is common on work sites and my father brought it home in his clothing. That white dust in his clothes, car and jacket was full of asbestos fibers, which had caused my condition.
I was only 36 when I was diagnosed; the Mayo Clinic at that time had only heard of one other case where the person diagnosed with mesothelioma was so young! Most people who suffer from mesothelioma tend to be older men who work in plumbing, construction or heating; men in the military are also prime candidates. Soon, though, we started seeing more cases like mine, of women married to these men, or related to them, or simply working in the same environment. These women would handle their husband’s clothes or similarly work in a school that had plenty of asbestos in it. It’s a sad thing, but we’re seeing the second generation of mesothelioma sufferers. I just happened to be the first, and more and more are getting diagnosed every year. The ones that broke my heart were the children, the children who went to school and were then exposed. These schools had asbestos tiles and asbestos in the attics where children were allowed to play. Children would run to their fathers and hug them, heedless of the white dust that covered their bodies, or put on their daddy’s jacket to go outside for just a second. These kids would play so innocently with their fathers, never recognizing what was going on.
When I get involved with the mesothelioma support community, I was at first the youngest. Now I’m seeing more young patients, men and women in their twenties and thirties. They are just starting their lives, their families and their careers, but suddenly they have been stopped dead in their tracks, just as I was.
Today, however, there is more information. More and more people of all ages are surviving this deadly disease, and with that increased rate of survival comes hope.
Getting a cancer diagnosis is terrifying, but I, and many of the people I have met hold our hope up high and proud. We have come together as a community to share, to support and simply to be ourselves. I share my story to bring about awareness, to make sure that other people know that there is hope, and to make sure that others know that they are not alone. Here is a short video explaining exactly what mesothelioma cancer is!
www.mesothelioma.com/blog/authors/heather
Thank you Lord
Its amazing how much I have learned about myself, and living in Atlanta. Wow… Thank you Lord for all that youve done for ME.
very nervous….Cree’s Blog
Hmmmm…. feeling some kinda way tonight. Thinking about everything, and keeping it moving at the same time. Its amazing how you can go from excited to….. nervous. Like seriously…. I’m very nervous. How could this be happening to me…to be feeling this way. Its also kinda funny…… funny how things will all play out. And on that note….. Good Night.
Family Business/Janet & Paris….Cree’s Blog
Hey,
Today, I want to talk about Family Business.
I was watching the video tape of Janet and Paris. I read a few Tweets that Paris tweeted, and I wanted to somehow DELETE her account. She obviously doesn’t know how serious it is.
I’m sitting here still tripping on the fact that this “lil gal” snatched away from Janet. Some people are saying that Janet smacked her, but I didn’t see it and if she did SO WHAT!!! I have a serious PROBLEM with this little gurl going on Twitter sharing their FAMILY BUSINESS with the MEDIA. This family has always been private, and its not fair that Paris…. *this generation of kids*, come along and make what’s PRIVATE…..PUBLIC. Which makes the family…brothers and sisters how to somehow clear this up… when in the past if something comes up, they can just keep it in the family and in the end it works itself out.
This family is very FAMOUS, people LOVE to say….. “they have issues too”… YEAH OF COURSE THEY DO…….but at the same time they love to MAGNIFY it. They have to be very careful of what Paris and any other cousin, or young sibling put out there to the media. There are PEOPLE WAITING TO DISSECT what’s going on in this family, and Paris have no idea how serious this is. Its crazy for her or anybody * especially the younger generation* to come along and tear down the family name that has been in GOOD STANDING for many years. It tears me apart to see that Paris has easy access to the MEDIA that clearly has NO LOVE, to her or her family. All they want is the gossip, THE STORY….THE DRAMA. And what she clearly doesn’t realize is that no matter what she says AND LATER DELETES…….SOMEONE ALREADY has it saved in their files. I hope she learns a lesson real soon on FAMILY BUSINESS.
I am very good when it comes to children. I raised a very, very successful 25 year old daughter as a single parent. I’ve worked with them many years tutoring, by having my own Youth group Raisingurls to Women, and working in a elementary school for 7 years. If I was a family member and was in position to speak with Paris, this is what I would say…..
STANDING directly in front of her GIVING HER DIRECT EYE CONTACT: I would say……
Here’s the deal Paris… in this FAMILY *pointing to the ground*, we are very PRIVATE. We don’t get on FB, Twitter, BLOGS, and we don’t discuss or ANSWER QUESTIONS to the MEDIA at all about what goes on IN THIS FAMILY. I understand that people are going to ALWAYS ask you questions, AND THATS GOING TO HAPPEN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE…..but WE don’t do THAT HERE. We are a family that’s PRIVATE…. and we handle our family business amongst our selves.
At this point, she’s going to NOT REALLY gasp how serious this is, because she really doesn’t know the effect her dad and family has had on many people all over the world. I would say to her……I know there are a lot of things you don’t understand……*and that’s fine* but you have to understand that the MEDIA has NO LOVE for anyone of us during this time of all our lives. I would tell her, you have to be careful of EVERYONE…. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW ….and especially while you are growing older. I would tell her this FAMILY has a lot of EXPERIENCE on the MEDIA and how they report things, how they twist things, and how they SEE THINGS. AND LASTLY….. I would say to her, if you ever in your life as long as you LIVE snatch away from ME……its GON BE ON …..AND POPPIN. Do you understand ME? Then I would ask if she had any questions…. and whether she likes it or NOT… I WOULD MAKE SURE she gives me *we give each other* a HUG AND A KISS.
I know people, and I study people…..guess it comes from my gift from God to UNDERSTAND OUR YOUTH probably more than MANY adults. I say this….. if they don’t stop this little gurl now, while she is at the age where she can learn and gasp just how serious THIS IS…..She can be the one who grows up write a “TELL ALL BOOK” and cause so much damage to this family name. She knows a lot and if she ever get a hold or even understand JUST HOW MUCH POWER SHE HAS…. she can either build it up, or tear it down. Somebody has to step in and talk to this gurl. She is only feeling normal in emotions…..but they need to show her how to control them and not to take to FB, Twitter or any Media outlet, because people are being PAID to get the goods on this family and others.
I hope this was/is a lesson for us all. Especially ME.
Be Blessed
Cree
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
its all in Divine Order…..Cree’s Blog
I’m excited about spending some time with God…. just he and I, when I move to Atlanta. Everyday I get a text, inbox, email, tweet, asking “when are you moving”…… haha even I don’t know that… its all in Divine Order.
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
As I sat on the couch *continue* Cree’s Blog
I started realizing that I spend too much time on the lives of other people. And let me say this………… THESE ARE ALL GOOD PEOPLE. But its about ME now. I’m the one moving to Atlanta, about to live my dreams out. I shouldn’t be trying to fit in time for other people…. I’ve done that for many years now.
As I sat on the couch, and laid in bed for 3 weeks, I started seeing many things. Things that if I was still working I would have looked over ……easily. Things about people that bother me. I have some blame in this too. I allowed people to treat me a certain way…. not because I don’t care…… but its because of FEAR of me going back to ME…. the old ME. The selfish ME. The don’t give a F*** ME. The nonchalant ME… The “WHATEVA…ME. The “If I don’t see ya…. then I don’t LOVE ya”…ME. I can’t seem to find a medium. I’m either turned OFF by someone, or TURN ON. Turned off meaning…we could be in the same room for hours, I’ll speak, but after that I will never allow my eyes to lay eyes your way again. TURNED ON meaning…… I can tell you how much I appreciate you, give you my honest opinion about something, show you love in my own special way.
I just don’t know how to find that balance. Right now in my life… I’m TURNED OFF BY A LOT OF PEOPLE. In these last weeks, people have showed me their ass time and time again… day after day. Everyday I pray and said Lord….. please. please. please. please, please don’t let me go back to my old attitude. I JUST WANNA SCREAM…. LET ME BE ME!!!!! I don’t want to be selfish with my self …. SECRETIVE AND NONTRANSPARENT. I just need to find that balance, where I say… a little of YOU in my life… and little of YOU in my life… a little of YOU in my life… AND A LOT OF LACREASE … IN MY LIFE LOL.
I hate being this way………. I HATE IT… BUT I’VE GOT TO DO IT… I HAVE TOO..
I’m not going talk about this any deeper…. I’m just doing what I have to do…. That’s all.
Cree
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
As I sat on the couch…. I started thinking about MY LIFE. Cree’s Blog
June 24, 2012….. Woke up at 11:30 AM and was UNABLE TO WALK.
I sprang my calf…. till this day….. I still have no clue as to how it happened. I walked around MGM Grand Casino with my 2 Sisters the night before and I did nothing unusual. My nurse told me that it would take 4-6 weeks to heal. I told her in so many words… gurl you got me messed up. LOLÂ There was NO WAY… I could be out for that long.There was no swelling, no bruises, no scratches, NOTHING. I couldn’t even pinpoint the pain…until the next day. I started feeling pain behind near my calf area when I walked on my left leg, this pain was familiar to me. I remember one time I walked in the March of Dimes Walk-a-thon and my calf was sore the next day from walking so many miles. But this was the same pain, but to the 1000 th POWER.
Monday morning came and I felt as if I was losing my mind. I was outdone to know that my calf was in so much pain….but ONLY WHEN I WALKED. I never felt pain in a certain area at all, even when I was sitting down. I called into work.
Tuesday morning…. I went up to my job and could barely walk from the parking lot to the store. I had to ride around in a cart. I went to personel and told them that I QUIT. My plan was to give them 2 weeks noticed ON MONDAY so that I can prepare for my move to Atlanta.
After 3 weeks….. I was finally able to walk again. What a humbling experience. I had worked all my life, and when I was on vacation from my job… I was out and about. This time ……. it was NO VACATION ….I had 3 weeks to prop my legs on the couch and reflect on MY LIFE. My family did everything for me….. they wouldn’t let me do anything but to get well. I was depressed, often cried when I was alone, and didn’t know if I would ever walk again. It was that bad for me. I prayed a lot and God reassured me that it was all in Divine Order.
As I sat on the couch…. I started thinking about MY LIFE. * to be continued*
Where works of the flesh exists, there is NO joy
NEVER in a MILLION
Inside the mind of cree 