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Hey guys...Most of you know that my mom was diagnosed with colon cancer last summer. Well...recently my sister entered her into a "total makeover" type contest, that will pay for the winner to have Lasik surgery, dental work, and thousands of dollars of pure pampering.My mom has been through hell this year, and she could REALLY use this! She was selected to be in the top 5, and now it's up to voters to choose the winner.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go to the website, sign up (you can always just unsubscribe later) and vote for her!

CLICK HERE TO VOTE

Her name is Leesa Mischke (she is the third candidate).

Thank you SO MUCH for taking a few minutes to change her life! I'll update you as far as whether she wins or not.Thanks again.

testing, 1..2..3..

I don't know what to say. With all that's been happening, I must admit it's been hard not to get depressed. I still don't have a job, though everyone says I should have gotten one by now and that they are "crazy not to hire me." Apparently "they" aren't aware of this. My mom has been in and out of the hospital 4 times in the last few weeks, and I don't have the money to keep driving over there to be with my family. I feel helpless and lost, and I'm trying SO hard to be patient and to have faith that this will all work out for the best.

I guess it's these times that really test your integrity and faith, huh? I hope this is a test I can look back and say I passed with flying colors.

mothers aren't supposed to feel pain

I just found out that my mom has colon cancer. She’s been in the hospital for the past week, with doctors doing several tests on her to see what was wrong. The findings ranged from colitis to abscesses, and the final conclusion was colon cancer. She will have to go through surgery, where her colon will be removed.

This isn’t supposed to happen, especially to mothers. It’s a sad occasion to hear that someone is ill or has been hospitalized, but when I found out it was my mom, I couldn’t believe it. All I could think about was how she was not allowed to hurt. When I told her this, she replied sarcastically with, “Oh, I guess I missed that memo.” She’s doing her best to take this in stride, while I (not the one who is sick) is worrying and fussing about the whole thing. She is more worried about my worry than she is about herself.
That’s the thing about good mothers. They care more deeply about their “babies” than they do about themselves.

And there’s something about our mothers, that, while we may not always agree with them, it hurts more than anything to see them in pain.

Do me a favor, tell your mother you love her.