"Protect them Lord and keep them safe. Grant them mercy and give them grace"

Everything can change in an instant...

Keep the faith.

Love unconditionally.

Help one another.

Be thankful for your blessings.
Hug those you love.
Speak the words you need to say.
Give forgiveness.
Sing the song in your heart.
Act with kindness.
Speak with love.
Pray Always.

KEEP THE FAITH & DO SOMETHING KIND TODAY...

Faith is believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. 

It means daring to imagine or embrace the unfathomable.

It means to dig deep and find strength that you didn't know you had. To find courage with every breath and every tear.

We must hold onto faith. 

We must hold onto hope. 

We must love.

We must be angels to each other when we can't make sense out of things, because there isn't any sense to what has happened.
But there is always FAITH, HOPE & LOVE to be shared through every kindness.

Our hearts and thoughts surround those in recovery from the storm.

Prayers continue for all that are still dealing with the great destruction and aftermath of Sandy...

"Protect them Lord and keep them safe. Grant them mercy and give them grace"

WHAT MATTERS

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Friends & family... and friends that are family

Gratitude for all the little things

Strangers and neighbors who care and share

Ideas and love - you can never run out of either

The scent of you favorite flowers in the air

A warm sea breeze on your cool skin

Remembering someone who is grieving

The light of the full moon reminding you there is always a way through the darkness

Keeping the promises that you make to yourself!

PRAYER FOR THOSE IN THE PATH OF HURRICANE SANDY

IT'S IN THE CARDS

PATTY B
Being it's the season of spirits and magic, I have a question for you. Does one truly believe in what the cards may say?.. I say "Yes".  But to each there own. Many will have their own thoughts on this subject. For me, having recently lost both of my parents within a very short time frame, I find comfort in the draw of the cards. There are times when no matter how old I maybe by my drivers license profile I will always and forever be their little girl.  I will always be trying to seek approval in my own ways. But, now with both of my parents, no longer on this Earth (but I hope in a better realm), I must concentrate on whats best for me and my children. 

But how does one take the intial leap of faith? Not knowing if you will be alright.  Always second guessing your worst fears. I was struggling with wanting more direction with my fears and wanting to arm myself with faith.  Some dear friends of mine enlightened me to the world of crystals, stones and cards. Now mind you I can not read like those who do so very well with Tarrot cards.  In fact in this month of Witches and Spirits I have had my cards professionally read for me and amazingly the readings were spot on. My deck of cards that I "read" are Oracle cards of Angels.  When I second guess or want to know how my day might be I randomly draw a card and see what it might say. For me, at this time in my life it is a true God send. The proverbaly wisdom and feeling I get once I chose a card helps me go about my day in a more productive manner. I feel it helps guide me along my journey of life. I find comfort in the draw and linking it to my feelings and faith.

I also mentioned crystals and stones.   I still am a total newbie to this "art" but have been told the crystal(s) one seeks have certain meaning unto their own. For me my crystal and stones are still a work in progress but do I believe  they help ground me and bring me some inner peace.  Others may find Peace in yoga or deep mediation or by other means.  I have tried this, but, I can not truly stop my mind from thinking about the "to do list".  So for now, or until I can meditate without the world crashing in, I leave my fate to my crystal and cards with a dash of faith and fun. Anyway you look at it, what happens next in your journey is all about your luck of the draw.  Try something new.  Deal yourself a little fun and mix things up a bit.  Get a reading done.  You might find yourself just having fun, you might find your self less of a skeptic once it's done, and if you are "lucky", you might just find a new "thing" that you love.  

DRL SAID, HE SAID'S BACK! ... WE'VE MISSED YOU MR. WALKER

TONY WALKER
So I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with a big way to mark my return to the lovely ladies of my favorite Lounge in the whole world.

There's only one way to mark that return... talking about sex!!!

But don't worry... I am going to go easy on you guys. I am going to ask you one question, a question you've been asked before.
WHERE IS THE CRAZIEST PLACE YOU'VE HAD SEX?

Now don't get all prim and proper on me and refuse to answer this question! You ladies talk about sex just as much as us guys! Don't even think about denying it!  So "man up" & tell us your story. Give me a comment!

My craziest was in a movie theatre. I didn't hit a home run but I made it to 3rd base. It was really cool. 

I know you Loungers can beat me though... I mean beat my story. Surely there are some mommy's bedroom, out in public, at the baseball field people out there. Let's hear your story!!! Give me some comments.....!

WHAT MATTERS

Barbara Ward-Finneran

Memories that escape as tears.

Bear hugs from the kids.

Being present to where you are right now.

Facing your fears.

Kissing passionately.

Quieting your mind and listening to your inner voice.

Appreciating the beauty all around you.

Knowing when to hold on and when to let go.

The power of prayers. 

Keeping the promises that you make to yourself!

PAMELA'S SURVIVOR STORY - REPRISE

My Journey Through OZ

Pamela Embury

As you know, we all have a story to tell, each one different yet the same. You see, we all share a common thread, something that was unwanted, and yet came anyway to invade our bodies, our lives and our souls. Bonds between breast cancer survivors are unique, it is that beautiful acceptance that is not materialistic, just pure.

My name is Pamela and at the age of 37 I knew I had breast cancer without even going to the doctors. You see, I had been fighting to get approval for mammograms and sonograms since I was 35 but because I had no family history, and was so young, they rejected my multiple requests. Finally, after two years, I was diagnosed through bilateral sonogram. I KNEW IT! To the day of my bilateral mastectomies in 2008,

my mammograms were all normal. I was that small percentage with dense breasts where mammograms would not help. I was diagnosed with left breast invasive ductal carcinoma in 2 of 3 masses with DCIS in the third. My nodes were negative. My ER/PR status were 99% each and my Her2neu was initially reported as negative, however, a year later the copy I received stated positive, and thus I missed out on an incredible drug herceptin, which might have prevented my recurrence.

ELLEN'S SURVIVOR STORY - REPRISE

A WOMAN'S INTUITION 

Ellen Gondola

I was in my early 20's when I felt a strange lump behind my nipple. It wasn't painful, but I knew it wasn't "right". I first went to my general MD, after all, who thinks breast cancer when you're barely 22?  I was told it was probably a case of mastitis, as I was a runner, and it was most likely due to irritation from my running bra's. Given antibiotics, I was on my way.

Two weeks later, a full course of antibiotics and the lump was still there. Something in my gut said to get it checked out. I went back to the doctor. I heard that it was, again, "probably nothing", but this time, those little hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I couldn't accept that. I needed to know for sure. I asked for an x-ray, or a mammogram, and was told I was too young to be concerned about cancer. "Too young"? The words rang in my ears as I left the doctors office. I spent that night thinking of all the children that get cancer.  I went to my Gyn's office the next morning with out calling first. I was suddenly terrified of this 'thing' growing inside me. I begged at the window to be seen by  the doctor, and was told I could wait. When I was finally fit in, the Dr. said the same thing "nothing to worry about, you're too young".

Again, I asked for an x-ray, or a mammogram. He smiled at me and said that he'd had enough experience to know when something like that was needed, and I should go home, and stop being dramatic.I tried, I did. I tried to ignore it. But I couldn't. So, I found another MD...and then, another...it took four months, and countless doctors before I found one that said "Yes, this does need looking into"!

One mammogram, one diagnosis. DCIS ( ductile carcinoma in situ) Oh, there were needle biopsies, and all the other needed tests, but without that mammogram, they never would have happened.

My surgery was scheduled quickly, and unfortunately without researching surgeons, I was left with a botched surgical site. My nipple sutured half inside, half out. The surgeon taking far more than just the ducts and glands that needed to be taken, as if he'd used an ice cream scoop, rather than a scalpel.

Days after surgery, my stitches became "untied", and calling his office, I was told to use 'band-aids' to cover the opening, a gaping wound that I can still visualize, 25 years later.

A trip to the local ER put me in contact with a wonderful plastic surgeon, who had to 'tape' the wound, but promised to make it "all better" once it healed. 18 months later, I'm proud to say, he did. With reconstruction, scar revision, and release of my nipple, he made me look almost 'normal'. It was during that 18 month period, that my live in boyfriend walked out, telling me he couldn't take my "freakish appearance" anymore. 

I'd fought for my health, fought for my life, hid my lop sided appearance the best I could, but would not fight stupidity. As he left, I felt something new through the pain of heartbreak, I felt the strength that I had grown without even realizing it. I had beaten cancer. So, I had some scars, soon, I'd beat those too. I'd found something inside myself I might have never known....

I'm a survivor, I live, I love and I know deep inside what really matters everyday.

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Please read our first BCABBP Survivor's Story

From Darkness & Despair - Doris' Story

DRL's original post about the fabulous BCABBP

http://delayedreactionlounge.blogspot.com/2011/03/born-from-darkness-and-despair.html

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DORIS' SURVIVOR STORY - REPRISE

GETTING IT BACK

Doris Jelinek

Ever feel like you are in a dream....everything is wonderful and suddenly you look up and there is a mac truck in your face? That is how I felt when I woke up from my breast biopsy back in Sept 2000.  My life was wonderful. I had three adorable kids who were the light of my life Tim 6, Matt 4 and Holly 2, and a great husband, Keith. The biggest thing I worried about was what kind of pancakes the kids and I were going to make that day, or what park we were going to head out to. Over a series of months I had noticed a chain of small lumps in my right breast develop  and thought for sure they were cysts. It was the breast surgeon that I finally saw that saved my life, Dr David Kaufman. Because my breast were dense at  32 years old, the lumps did not show up on the mammo and he insisted that I have them biopsied. I fought this idea. I was so busy with my kids and did not want to take the time to be in the hospital for a day. I also somehow thought that because I had such small breasts there was no way it would be cancer. Almost annoyed with having to do this procedure I dragged myself there. When I awoke from the anesthesia all I could see was the worried face of Dr Kaufman and the words I could not comprehend "Doris it is cancer, you have to come back tomorrow for a mastectomy"........Cancer? I didn't know anyone who had cancer. I did not have any of the risk factors. Had all three kids under thirty, breast fed them all, never on the pill, no family history, 32 years old. Are you kidding me????. "Fine"....I said to myself. I came home I looked my breast in the mirror, thanked it for nursing my three kids and serving me well....and said "goodbye".