Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Birthday Grace & Ellie Potvin!
Today is Grace and Ellie Potvin's 9th birthday. Ellie passed away in June due to cancer. While Grace celebrates without her twin sister physically by her side, Ellie celebrates in Heaven. Please continue to pray for the Potvin family as they celebrate without Ellie. We Love You sweet Ellie Belly! We Love You Amazing Grace!
XOXO
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
March 9th, 2010
I thought that maybe I should share my story of the day my world came crashing down. The day I learned what true heartache is. The day I realized that I need to kill cancer.
Layla took up my whole heart when I found her. I didnt know one thing about cancer- except that it could kill. I didnt know children get cancer. A baby. Maybe it was those striking blue eyes that caught me, or that gorgeous beanie, but I knew from the moment I found her, that I loved her. And that I would not give up to fight beside her. I sat there reading through every single tweet, reading through every single blog. Layla quickly became the most important thing in my life at the moment. God put her im my life for a reason. God put her on this earth for a reason.
March 9, 2010. It was a regular Tuesday. I woke up, got ready for school. With a little time left before I would need to head out, I went to check my twitter. I went to check for an update on Layla Grace. I remember looking at the time- 7:10 am. I had 10 minutes before I needed to leave. There was no updates on Layla. At this point I was a mess. I prayed, more than I have ever prayed before, for God to spare little Layla's life. I wanted to believe in miracles. I questioned him and his decisions. And so I prayed... For her to let go. To be put out of this suffering. To be put out of pain.. It was by far the hardest thing I ever had to do.
I logged off and looked at the time again- 7:15 am. It was like I knew something was wrong. I wanted to stay home and just let it out. CRY. It didnt mean I was weak then and it doesnt mean I am weak now. My tears were my Fear leaving my body. And yet I was still so terrified. I live in a different time zone that Layla. So, 7:15 here was 6:15 down there. Even though I was an hour away from the actual death, I still felt horrible. I dont even thing horrible is the word. I was devestated. In this scary, foggy, position. I left to school for the day...
School was as normal as it gets. Other than the fact that I was holding tears back throughout the day, constantly looking at the sky and singing Rascal Flatts' "Here Comes Goodbye" I never put too much thought into it. I held every ounce of hope. I remember looking at the clock at school. 9:15 am. I looked at it again, 11:15 am. Once more, 2:15. I turned to my friend and told her, "Every time I look at the clock its on '15'. I remember that moment so perfectly. The school day had ended and I wanted to be alone. Instead, I went to the park with my friends. I should have went home, though. I should have been able to grieve in silence. The sky was breathtaking. I can see it. Perfectly. I took a picture of it and on the picture I can see the sun's rays. Like Heaven. I couldnt wait to get home to get my update on Layla. My heart hurted.
When I returned home, I took out my IPod and went to go see if there was an update. I remember so clearly. Like, it just happened yeterday. Worst day of my life, thus far. I read it over and over and over. Then, I whispered it. Like I didnt want to beleive. But, it was there.
"Layla went to play with the angels early this morning. Rest in peace precious Layla. 11/26/2007 - 3/9/2010"....
I fell to the ground. Hands shaking. Sobbing. I put my head in my hands. Cried. Everything was so blurry. The room was spinning. What in the world just happened. Did Layla really just die? Is this pain real? Except, I didnt feel the pain anywhere else but my heart. I was physically and emotionally drained. Again, I threw my head in my hands and whispered "No, no, no, no, no". Cried. More than I have ever cried before. The tears did not stop flowing. I cried myself to sleep that night. The feeling was like being stabbed, over and over, in my heart. But that feeling never went away. When I laugh or smile, I still feel that pain. Under everything, I feel it everyday. Every second.
Some people question me. "How do you love her so much when you never met?" "How do you miss someone you never met?." Layla pulled me out of the unknown path I was heading towards. She made my life better. She gave me reason to keep going. I hardly made it before I found Layla. She saved my life. She gave me reason to get out of bed every morning. And how can you just "drop" someone who made such an impact? Someone who moved into your heart instantly? While Layla suffered, my heart suffered with her. When she cried, I cried. When she smiled, I smiled. You cant forget someone who changed your life. Someone who gave you meaning.
Here I am, almost 8 months later. Going strong but never forgetting. I miss and love Layla more and more with each passing day. The fact that she passed slowly gasping for air, down to 18 pounds, eyes bruised and unable to lift her head, haunts me. A innocent 2 year old was gone. Forever. And the pain is still alive to this day. 10 months of fighting Stage 4 High Risk Relapse Neuroblastoma must have been so hard on her little body. She was just a baby! Now, shes cured and happy in the glory land. It doesnt mean my heart still doesnt hurt. I thank god for healing her. Even if it wasnt in the way I wanted.
Rest In Peace baby. I Love You. I Miss You.
Layla Grace Marsh
11/26/2007 - 3/9/2010
www.laylagrace.org
www.twitter.com/laylagrace
Layla took up my whole heart when I found her. I didnt know one thing about cancer- except that it could kill. I didnt know children get cancer. A baby. Maybe it was those striking blue eyes that caught me, or that gorgeous beanie, but I knew from the moment I found her, that I loved her. And that I would not give up to fight beside her. I sat there reading through every single tweet, reading through every single blog. Layla quickly became the most important thing in my life at the moment. God put her im my life for a reason. God put her on this earth for a reason.
March 9, 2010. It was a regular Tuesday. I woke up, got ready for school. With a little time left before I would need to head out, I went to check my twitter. I went to check for an update on Layla Grace. I remember looking at the time- 7:10 am. I had 10 minutes before I needed to leave. There was no updates on Layla. At this point I was a mess. I prayed, more than I have ever prayed before, for God to spare little Layla's life. I wanted to believe in miracles. I questioned him and his decisions. And so I prayed... For her to let go. To be put out of this suffering. To be put out of pain.. It was by far the hardest thing I ever had to do.
I logged off and looked at the time again- 7:15 am. It was like I knew something was wrong. I wanted to stay home and just let it out. CRY. It didnt mean I was weak then and it doesnt mean I am weak now. My tears were my Fear leaving my body. And yet I was still so terrified. I live in a different time zone that Layla. So, 7:15 here was 6:15 down there. Even though I was an hour away from the actual death, I still felt horrible. I dont even thing horrible is the word. I was devestated. In this scary, foggy, position. I left to school for the day...
School was as normal as it gets. Other than the fact that I was holding tears back throughout the day, constantly looking at the sky and singing Rascal Flatts' "Here Comes Goodbye" I never put too much thought into it. I held every ounce of hope. I remember looking at the clock at school. 9:15 am. I looked at it again, 11:15 am. Once more, 2:15. I turned to my friend and told her, "Every time I look at the clock its on '15'. I remember that moment so perfectly. The school day had ended and I wanted to be alone. Instead, I went to the park with my friends. I should have went home, though. I should have been able to grieve in silence. The sky was breathtaking. I can see it. Perfectly. I took a picture of it and on the picture I can see the sun's rays. Like Heaven. I couldnt wait to get home to get my update on Layla. My heart hurted.
When I returned home, I took out my IPod and went to go see if there was an update. I remember so clearly. Like, it just happened yeterday. Worst day of my life, thus far. I read it over and over and over. Then, I whispered it. Like I didnt want to beleive. But, it was there.
"Layla went to play with the angels early this morning. Rest in peace precious Layla. 11/26/2007 - 3/9/2010"....
I fell to the ground. Hands shaking. Sobbing. I put my head in my hands. Cried. Everything was so blurry. The room was spinning. What in the world just happened. Did Layla really just die? Is this pain real? Except, I didnt feel the pain anywhere else but my heart. I was physically and emotionally drained. Again, I threw my head in my hands and whispered "No, no, no, no, no". Cried. More than I have ever cried before. The tears did not stop flowing. I cried myself to sleep that night. The feeling was like being stabbed, over and over, in my heart. But that feeling never went away. When I laugh or smile, I still feel that pain. Under everything, I feel it everyday. Every second.
Some people question me. "How do you love her so much when you never met?" "How do you miss someone you never met?." Layla pulled me out of the unknown path I was heading towards. She made my life better. She gave me reason to keep going. I hardly made it before I found Layla. She saved my life. She gave me reason to get out of bed every morning. And how can you just "drop" someone who made such an impact? Someone who moved into your heart instantly? While Layla suffered, my heart suffered with her. When she cried, I cried. When she smiled, I smiled. You cant forget someone who changed your life. Someone who gave you meaning.
Here I am, almost 8 months later. Going strong but never forgetting. I miss and love Layla more and more with each passing day. The fact that she passed slowly gasping for air, down to 18 pounds, eyes bruised and unable to lift her head, haunts me. A innocent 2 year old was gone. Forever. And the pain is still alive to this day. 10 months of fighting Stage 4 High Risk Relapse Neuroblastoma must have been so hard on her little body. She was just a baby! Now, shes cured and happy in the glory land. It doesnt mean my heart still doesnt hurt. I thank god for healing her. Even if it wasnt in the way I wanted.
Rest In Peace baby. I Love You. I Miss You.
Layla Grace Marsh
11/26/2007 - 3/9/2010
www.laylagrace.org
www.twitter.com/laylagrace
Friday, October 15, 2010
Manny- a true hero
Manny is 21 years old and in the Marines. A little while back, he was fighting like everyone else, in 115+ degree weather. Someone was watching Manny and he was fully unaware of what was about to happen to him in a few moments. He walked past a post. The person that was watching him, had planned everything. Just as Manny was walking by, a [homemade] Bomb exploded. He screamed "They got me, they got me!". Manny described the moment as clear as he remembers it- He said, "When it exploded, I wasn't thinking about what just happened. I kept telling them that they got me. I wasn't thinking about my world being over. I didn't think that way."
They came to Manny's rescue. He was flown to Germany where he was taken in for surgery. Manny had lost his hearing, eye sight and his arm. Everyone was so terrified. They all thought Manny was not going to make it. He had lost so much blood. When he came back to the states, His family arrived a hour later. Manny's mother never left his side. There he was taken into Surgery. Manny had multiple surgeries on his left ear, arm and stomach. His sight is back and the healing process is quick and easy. He hasn't yet regained all hearing in his left ear but Manny doesn't take No for an answer.
During the time that Manny was in Afghanistan, he always put his friends first. When they would take their boots off at 6, he would stay up to see if he was needed. At Midnight he would take off his boots and, once more, look out to see if he was needed. He would go to sleep every night for a couple of hours and make sure to wake up one hour before his guys. Manny looked out for them. If they were to go out and were really tired, Manny would go for them while they get rest. If they were hungry, Manny would give them his food. If he saw someone who needed help farming, he would take off gear and turn his switch off to help them. Then once he started getting shot at, he would quickly turn on his switch again and fight. The children would ask Manny for food or chocolate. Something to keep them going. They would also pray to Allah five times a day and Manny respected that. He wasn't afraid to put other people first. He talks about the accident like it was nothing. Because Manny doesn't let stuff like that bring him down. Its not the end of the world, he says. Manny is a hero.
Manny is healing very quick. His accident should have took 6 months to heal, instead it took 3 months. Manny is proof that GOD IS GREAT. He is proof that miracles do exist. When we were leaving, I went up to Manny, shook his hand and said "Thank You.." I meant it with everything I had. I wouldn't usually do that but there is a HERO in Manny. He amazes me and I am so grateful that I got to meet him. Everyone, please say a prayer for Manny and his family. I hope you were inspired by this young man as much as I was.
"Your body has no limitations." - Manny
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I would not be here tonight, if I had to choose.
It's always the bigger things in life that seem to choose you.
You can say what you want.
Believe what you will believe
But I'll take what I want, and see what I need to see.
Thank You Marlene for letting me know about Manny. His stength inspires me so much. xo
Friday, October 8, 2010
[One Small Miracle] 7 Months On...
"Dear Lord, I ask Your blessing,
For I am still in pain.
I never thought I'd make it
To the 9th again.
These months have seemed much harder
Than I ever thought they would.
I thought that if I made it through
The first month, I'd be good.
But each day seems much tougher
Than the one that came before.
I truly hoped my pain would be
Lesser and not more.
The cloud of fog has lifted
But the pain seems more severe.
I don't think I can make it
Through another grief-filled year.
The months ahead, my dear Lord,
Will be especially tough,
For Layla's birthday is coming up.
Have I not cried enough?
While other people celebrate,
My eyes will fill with tears.
And it somehow doesn't seem right
That I carry all this fear.
Give me the strength to make it through
And help my soul to see
That Layla's safe and whole with You,
For all eternity.
Help me to feel her presence near,
The brush of angel wings,
Teach me once again to smile,
Help my spirit sing.
Turn my mourning into dancing,
As You said You would,
Help my spirit look to heaven
And to see the good.
For I know that life's eternal
When we give our hearts to You,
And someday I will be in heaven
When life on earth is through.
Let me dwell on that glad hope
And not on tears and pain.
Someday I will live with You
And be with Layla again."
For I am still in pain.
I never thought I'd make it
To the 9th again.
These months have seemed much harder
Than I ever thought they would.
I thought that if I made it through
The first month, I'd be good.
But each day seems much tougher
Than the one that came before.
I truly hoped my pain would be
Lesser and not more.
The cloud of fog has lifted
But the pain seems more severe.
I don't think I can make it
Through another grief-filled year.
The months ahead, my dear Lord,
Will be especially tough,
For Layla's birthday is coming up.
Have I not cried enough?
While other people celebrate,
My eyes will fill with tears.
And it somehow doesn't seem right
That I carry all this fear.
Give me the strength to make it through
And help my soul to see
That Layla's safe and whole with You,
For all eternity.
Help me to feel her presence near,
The brush of angel wings,
Teach me once again to smile,
Help my spirit sing.
Turn my mourning into dancing,
As You said You would,
Help my spirit look to heaven
And to see the good.
For I know that life's eternal
When we give our hearts to You,
And someday I will be in heaven
When life on earth is through.
Let me dwell on that glad hope
And not on tears and pain.
Someday I will live with You
And be with Layla again."
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis - Levi's Story
"Now I see a rainbow, but what a storm it was..."
Levi's Mom
Meet Levi:
Levi is the fourth child of Roseanne and Mark so trips to the doctor for a fever or sore throat were not uncommon for this family. With 3-month-old Levi fighting a higher than usual fever, his parents decided to bring him to Urgent Care for what they expected to be an ear infection. Doctors were immediately concerned and admitted young Levi to the hospital for additional tests.
After a sleepless night, doctors decided that Levi's condition required a higher level of care than the local hospital could offer. Upon hearing the news, Levi's mom felt numb. Before she knew it, she and her precious child were rushed to a waiting helicopter and being air-lifted to a Minneapolis Children's Hospital. After landing on the hospital roof, they were quickly escorted through the halls while nurses yelled "sick baby move." Roseanne vividly remembers everyone stopping and staring as they went running by. Within minutes Levi was on a ventilator and in a drug-induced coma. For four days Levi's parents sat in wonder and did nothing but pray and cry. No one had any answers to what was wrong.
A Rare and Frightening Diagnosis
After a multitude of tests, Levi was finally diagnosed with hemophagocytic lymphohistiocytosis (HLH). HLH is a rare disorder usually affecting infants and young children. While the exact cause is unknown, it is thought to be caused by a disorder of immune system regulation, which leads to the activation of infection fighting cells called histiocytes and lymphocytes. These cells normally travel throughout the body and destroy foreign material and fight infections. However, patients with HLH have too many of these activated histiocytes and they begin to accumulate in normal tissue and cause inflammation and damage to a variety of organs. The only known cure for HLH is a blood or marrow transplant.
Preparations began for Levi's umbilical cord blood transplant. In order to give this procedure the best chance to cure Levi's HLH, they needed to get the disease into remission. For the next four months Levi fought infections and endured surgeries and chemotherapy. Finally, the HLH went into remission and he was ready for his transplant at just seven-months-old.
Treatment at a World-Leading Hospital
The transplant alone is a relatively quick procedure and takes only 20 minutes to complete - Levi and his mother smiled the whole time; although, Roseanne's smiles were accompanied by tears of joy and relief. Levi received his umbilical cord blood transplant at the University of Minnesota Children's Hospital, Fairview. Physicians at this hospital are world renowned for their innovation in the field of blood and marrow transplants. They conducted the first successful pediatric bone marrow transplant in 1968 and the first successful double umbilical cord blood transplant in 2000.
Doctors and researchers at the U of M have paved the way in development of new standards of care using this procedure. In fact, the University of Minnesota recently completed their 5,000th blood and marrow transplant. Although thousands of transplants have been performed, the after-effects can be dangerous and sometimes deadly. Researchers are investigating different therapies and preparative regimens that may mitigate these after-effects and ultimately improve cure rates for diseases like cancer and Levi's HLH.
Hoping and Praying for their Healthy Baby to Return
Unfortunately, Levi experienced complications after his umbilical cord blood transplant. For weeks after the procedure he battled high blood pressure, vomiting, breathing issues and fevers, sometimes needing his bed stuffed with ice packs to help bring down the fevers. He was also diagnosed with veno-occlusive disease, a complication caused by the high doses of chemotherapy, which can cause the liver to shut down and result in death. His tiny body was invaded by tubes and lines, ventilators and dialysis machines, all necessary to mend this baby back to good health. Doctors worked diligently to maintain the delicate balance required to help Levi survive.
During the most trying of times, Roseanne would often look at pictures of Levi before he was hospitalized and think, "how can this be, where is my Levi?" Even though she spent nearly every waking hour with him, she missed him and yearned for the day when she could once again hold him, play with him and love him outside of the hospital walls, free of tubes and medication. That day came, a little more than two months after Levi's transplant; he was able to leave the hospital. Although not yet free of all tubes and medications, Roseanne and Levi moved into a tiny, temporary apartment near the hospital.
100 Days Later and a New Beginning
100 days after a blood or marrow transplant is often considered an important day. Typically, a spinal tap is done to measure whether or not the healthy, donated marrow has engrafted and become part of the transplanted patient’s body. Day 100 brought joy to Levi and his family. After receiving the test results, Roseanne wrote in her journal, "Levi is truly a miracle! The results from his spinal tap said NO disease at all --- ANYWHERE --- GONE!!"
One year after that dreadful diagnosis, Levi is home and thriving. The family recently returned from a restful trip to Florida where Levi thoroughly enjoyed watching the ocean and playing in the sand. Life is returning to normal and his family will never forget the journey they have been on, as Roseanne said, "It has been one year since my world changed. Now I see a rainbow, but what a storm it was..."
Story from: http://www.childrenscancer.org/stories-of-hope/kids-stories/levi.html
Thursday, September 9, 2010
6 months...
"Spread Your Wings and Fly, Layla!"
It has been 6 months today since precious Layla Grace Marsh left the troubles of this Earth to be with God. To say that I miss her would be an understatement... Layla changed my life. Now, its been half a year since she left us and it hurts like hell. Please continue to pray for her family as they cope with the loss of their angel. Fly High, Layla. I love you forever and always. Rest In Peace.
<3
It has been 6 months today since precious Layla Grace Marsh left the troubles of this Earth to be with God. To say that I miss her would be an understatement... Layla changed my life. Now, its been half a year since she left us and it hurts like hell. Please continue to pray for her family as they cope with the loss of their angel. Fly High, Layla. I love you forever and always. Rest In Peace.
<3
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Ava
Ava Rosemeyer was only 3 years old when she went to Heaven. One very hot day in Australia, Ava went inside the car that was parked in the driveway looking for lollies. She had locked the door of the car so no one knew she was in there. After about 30 minutes, Ava's mother noticed that she still wasnt back. Ava's mum thought she was with Grandad and Grandad thought she was with mum. Ava couldnt find her way out of the car... By the time rescue came, Ava was still breathing but not conscious. Ava was taken to the local hospital where they put her on life support and cooled her body right down in an attempt to limit brain damage. After fighting 2 days for her life, Ava was put out of suffering and called back home to Heaven. In the blink of an eye, Ava Rosemeyer was gone. Today is Ava's 7th birthday. She celebrates with the angels and blows her candles out in Heaven. Happy Birthday precious Ava. Its been so long...
August 22, 2003 - February 05, 2007
Fly High, SuperPrincess. You will always be loved!
www.AvasRule.com
www.sheyerosemeyerphotography.com
Friday, August 20, 2010
I Trust God...
Dear Mr. God, I’m writin’ you today- Because it seems like lately, I’ve forgotten how to pray.
A few months ago, before school was let out, my teacher had called me out of the classroom to talk. There was a girl that said some hurtful words about people with cancer and it broke me down. Some of my friends knew about it and a couple even confronted her. Before I was pulled out of the classroom, I heard screaming, yelling and swearing in the class next to mine. Everyone ran out to see what had happened and I walked out last with my 2 other friends. There was a big crowd of students surrounding the girl that had said the mean things. The students were yelling at her, and some were even crying. The teachers were trying to get everyone calmed down and that was when I really saw how upset and hurt people were. I asked one of the girls what had happened and she said that everyone found out about what the girl said about cancer patients. I was in shock. How did that get out so fast? How did everyone find out? I looked around my classroom and that was the moment I knew Cancer had, indeed, touched all of their lives somehow.
Cancer has become a part of everyones lives in one way or another. It has become a huge deal. This disease causes so muvh pain to everyone and when I found out how much people it was affecting, I stepped up. I decided I needed to do more. When I went out to talk to my teacher, she had told me how upset everyone was. She told me to "drop it" when I didnt spread it in the first place. She even told me that cancer took some of her family. I had one question for her when she was done talking- Why are you so okay with this situation? I didnt understand how she wasnt the least bit upset. I set my goal at that moment. I let God take my hand and lead me.
I trust God. I believe that he will put me on my path and guide me wherever I need to go. I wasnt as close to God before I was set on this "end cancer" journey. I pray more now. I believe in miracles. I have found hope. Once again- I trust God.
'Cause I need you, but it’s hard to see- Why anyone as big as You, needs anything from me. I know You’re there, so how ya been? I’m alright but I can’t lie, sometimes I feel like givin’ in, you’re all I’ve got..
-Melly
(This will also be posted on lifestormystyle.blogspot.com)
A few months ago, before school was let out, my teacher had called me out of the classroom to talk. There was a girl that said some hurtful words about people with cancer and it broke me down. Some of my friends knew about it and a couple even confronted her. Before I was pulled out of the classroom, I heard screaming, yelling and swearing in the class next to mine. Everyone ran out to see what had happened and I walked out last with my 2 other friends. There was a big crowd of students surrounding the girl that had said the mean things. The students were yelling at her, and some were even crying. The teachers were trying to get everyone calmed down and that was when I really saw how upset and hurt people were. I asked one of the girls what had happened and she said that everyone found out about what the girl said about cancer patients. I was in shock. How did that get out so fast? How did everyone find out? I looked around my classroom and that was the moment I knew Cancer had, indeed, touched all of their lives somehow.
Cancer has become a part of everyones lives in one way or another. It has become a huge deal. This disease causes so muvh pain to everyone and when I found out how much people it was affecting, I stepped up. I decided I needed to do more. When I went out to talk to my teacher, she had told me how upset everyone was. She told me to "drop it" when I didnt spread it in the first place. She even told me that cancer took some of her family. I had one question for her when she was done talking- Why are you so okay with this situation? I didnt understand how she wasnt the least bit upset. I set my goal at that moment. I let God take my hand and lead me.
I trust God. I believe that he will put me on my path and guide me wherever I need to go. I wasnt as close to God before I was set on this "end cancer" journey. I pray more now. I believe in miracles. I have found hope. Once again- I trust God.
'Cause I need you, but it’s hard to see- Why anyone as big as You, needs anything from me. I know You’re there, so how ya been? I’m alright but I can’t lie, sometimes I feel like givin’ in, you’re all I’ve got..
-Melly
(This will also be posted on lifestormystyle.blogspot.com)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL) - Alijah's Story
"We know we'll be able to handle whatever comes."
Alijah's Mom
Meet Alijah:
Watching your child grow and move forward through developmental milestones – learning to sit, to crawl, to take the first tottering step – what a joyful process for a parent! How frightening, then, to watch your child suddenly seem to “grow backwards.” That is what Kyle and Jamekka experienced when in 2005, shortly before Thanksgiving, their two year old son Alijah stopped walking.
Going Backwards from Milestones
“He just started crawling again,” recalls Jamekka. “He would go for four or five days crawling with his foot up in the air like it was hurting. Then he’d walk for a few days, then go back to crawling. Sometimes his right ankle hurt, sometimes his left, sometimes it was his wrist. We thought something might have happened at daycare . . .” but that turned out not to be so.
Soon, Alijah started running a high fever at night and Jamekka took her son to the family’s regular pediatrician. After repeated visits, with tests and x-rays coming back negative, the pediatrician referred Alijah to a rheumatologist, suspecting his mysterious pains might be a sign of rheumatoid arthritis. Once again scans and tests showed no problems. Alijah definitely did not have RA. However, the rheumatologist thought Alijah should be seen by a hematologist. She was concerned that a blood disorder might be causing his symptoms. She referred the family to Dr. Joseph Neglia, section chief of pediatric hematology-oncology at the University of Minnesota Medical Center, Fairview. The next day, January 20, 2006, Dr. Neglia diagnosed Alijah with acute lymphocytic leukemia (ALL) after performing a bone marrow biopsy and finding leukemia cells in his marrow.
A Cancer Diagnosis With A Good Prognosis
Coincidentally, Alijah’s cousin was in University hospital at the same time, being treated for a heart problem; so, many of Alijah’s relatives were present when Alijah was diagnosed. Dr. Neglia broke the news to a crowd of parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and grandparents, who have been Alijah’s support group and cheering section since that day. He told them that Alijah was lucky to this extent: though it was once almost always fatal, ALL is now a very treatable disease. Thanks to research like that sponsored by Children's Cancer Research Fund, today more than 80 percent of children with ALL are cured.
Dr. Neglia started Alijah’s treatment immediately. The medical team inserted a “port” in his chest through which he would receive chemotherapy drugs. A physical therapist coached Kyle and Jamekka about ways to get Alijah walking again. The family began the long journey, marked by terrors and triumphs, that is cancer treatment.
Life After Cancer Should be Pretty Simple
Today, Alijah is still being treated for leukemia. He has about a year of therapy to go. The little boy who once seemed to be growing backwards is now quite an advanced four-year-old. For Alijah, infusions and transfusions are facts of life. The steroid medication he takes five days a month can make him irritable and emotional but on most days you can’t tell he’s not completely healthy boy – a high-spirited one with a precocious interest in golf! “If there’s a good thing in all of this,” says Jamekka, “it’s watching Alijah grow up. He is a brave kid and we admire him so much. He’s only four-years- old, yet he knows how to put his own medicine in his port! We figure the rest of our life is pretty simple. When we look at what Alijah has done and how he has stood up to this we know that we’ll be able to handle whatever comes.”
-http://www.childrenscancer.org/stories-of-hope/kids-stories/alijah.html
GO Alijah!
Alijah's Mom
Meet Alijah:
Watching your child grow and move forward through developmental milestones – learning to sit, to crawl, to take the first tottering step – what a joyful process for a parent! How frightening, then, to watch your child suddenly seem to “grow backwards.” That is what Kyle and Jamekka experienced when in 2005, shortly before Thanksgiving, their two year old son Alijah stopped walking.
Going Backwards from Milestones
“He just started crawling again,” recalls Jamekka. “He would go for four or five days crawling with his foot up in the air like it was hurting. Then he’d walk for a few days, then go back to crawling. Sometimes his right ankle hurt, sometimes his left, sometimes it was his wrist. We thought something might have happened at daycare . . .” but that turned out not to be so.
Soon, Alijah started running a high fever at night and Jamekka took her son to the family’s regular pediatrician. After repeated visits, with tests and x-rays coming back negative, the pediatrician referred Alijah to a rheumatologist, suspecting his mysterious pains might be a sign of rheumatoid arthritis. Once again scans and tests showed no problems. Alijah definitely did not have RA. However, the rheumatologist thought Alijah should be seen by a hematologist. She was concerned that a blood disorder might be causing his symptoms. She referred the family to Dr. Joseph Neglia, section chief of pediatric hematology-oncology at the University of Minnesota Medical Center, Fairview. The next day, January 20, 2006, Dr. Neglia diagnosed Alijah with acute lymphocytic leukemia (ALL) after performing a bone marrow biopsy and finding leukemia cells in his marrow.
A Cancer Diagnosis With A Good Prognosis
Coincidentally, Alijah’s cousin was in University hospital at the same time, being treated for a heart problem; so, many of Alijah’s relatives were present when Alijah was diagnosed. Dr. Neglia broke the news to a crowd of parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and grandparents, who have been Alijah’s support group and cheering section since that day. He told them that Alijah was lucky to this extent: though it was once almost always fatal, ALL is now a very treatable disease. Thanks to research like that sponsored by Children's Cancer Research Fund, today more than 80 percent of children with ALL are cured.
Dr. Neglia started Alijah’s treatment immediately. The medical team inserted a “port” in his chest through which he would receive chemotherapy drugs. A physical therapist coached Kyle and Jamekka about ways to get Alijah walking again. The family began the long journey, marked by terrors and triumphs, that is cancer treatment.
Life After Cancer Should be Pretty Simple
Today, Alijah is still being treated for leukemia. He has about a year of therapy to go. The little boy who once seemed to be growing backwards is now quite an advanced four-year-old. For Alijah, infusions and transfusions are facts of life. The steroid medication he takes five days a month can make him irritable and emotional but on most days you can’t tell he’s not completely healthy boy – a high-spirited one with a precocious interest in golf! “If there’s a good thing in all of this,” says Jamekka, “it’s watching Alijah grow up. He is a brave kid and we admire him so much. He’s only four-years- old, yet he knows how to put his own medicine in his port! We figure the rest of our life is pretty simple. When we look at what Alijah has done and how he has stood up to this we know that we’ll be able to handle whatever comes.”
-http://www.childrenscancer.org/stories-of-hope/kids-stories/alijah.html
GO Alijah!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
neuroblastoma - Bradens Story
HOPE...
Meet Braden:
Braden was admitted to Children's Mercy on Friday, December 28, 2007 after a visit to the ER for abdominal pain. After countless tests and scans Braden was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma. Braden didnt give up. He fought long and hard! Those cancer cells had nothing against the superhero that was fighting them off! Even though Braden was in the hospital for long stays fighting for his life, that smile never left his face. The Hofen family had complete faith that Braden would be healed. There was a huge battle going on- and Braden was winning.
I know there is no known cure for neuroblastoma. It is rare and agressive. Braden was given the chance to be a kid again when he went into Remission! There was no evidence of disease in Bradens body! The family, of course, must have been ecstatic! Their baby boy was done with the treatments. Done with all the pain. In the back of their mind they knew that NB had a great relapse rate. Even after Braden beat the odds of NB (which has a 30% survival rate) it would of been stronger, and extremly harder to beat a neuroblastoma relapse.
On August 11, 2009 the Hofen family learned that Braden's cancer relapsed and there is no known cure for relapsing neuroblastoma. They were given a choice of either quitting and allowing him to die or continuing with treatment in the hopes of prolonging his life a bit longer. They chose to fight. Braden has had two MIBG treatments in Philadelphia as there are only 5 hospitals in the US equipped to do MIBG treatments. It is an IV injection of a radioactive isotope that attaches to neuroblastoma cells and can kill them. Braden's response was favorable but cancer remained. He is currently going through chemo rounds of Irinotecan and Temodar in the hopes of killing the remaining cancer. We all battle and join in BRADEN'S MIGHTY FIGHT!
Please keep Braden and his family in your prayers as Braden fights to beat this cancer once and for all! We love you so much Braden!
GO Braden!!!
Updates:
- www.caringbridge.org/visit/bradenh
- www.Twitter.com/BradensHope
Meet Braden:
Braden was admitted to Children's Mercy on Friday, December 28, 2007 after a visit to the ER for abdominal pain. After countless tests and scans Braden was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma. Braden didnt give up. He fought long and hard! Those cancer cells had nothing against the superhero that was fighting them off! Even though Braden was in the hospital for long stays fighting for his life, that smile never left his face. The Hofen family had complete faith that Braden would be healed. There was a huge battle going on- and Braden was winning.
I know there is no known cure for neuroblastoma. It is rare and agressive. Braden was given the chance to be a kid again when he went into Remission! There was no evidence of disease in Bradens body! The family, of course, must have been ecstatic! Their baby boy was done with the treatments. Done with all the pain. In the back of their mind they knew that NB had a great relapse rate. Even after Braden beat the odds of NB (which has a 30% survival rate) it would of been stronger, and extremly harder to beat a neuroblastoma relapse.
On August 11, 2009 the Hofen family learned that Braden's cancer relapsed and there is no known cure for relapsing neuroblastoma. They were given a choice of either quitting and allowing him to die or continuing with treatment in the hopes of prolonging his life a bit longer. They chose to fight. Braden has had two MIBG treatments in Philadelphia as there are only 5 hospitals in the US equipped to do MIBG treatments. It is an IV injection of a radioactive isotope that attaches to neuroblastoma cells and can kill them. Braden's response was favorable but cancer remained. He is currently going through chemo rounds of Irinotecan and Temodar in the hopes of killing the remaining cancer. We all battle and join in BRADEN'S MIGHTY FIGHT!
Please keep Braden and his family in your prayers as Braden fights to beat this cancer once and for all! We love you so much Braden!
GO Braden!!!
Updates:
- www.caringbridge.org/visit/bradenh
- www.Twitter.com/BradensHope
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Burkitt's Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma - Olivia's story
"I took my eyes off God for just a second and the enemy filled me with fear. Thanks to prayers and friends, I was quickly re-focused. We know that our God is an awesome God and we trust him and are not afraid."- Olivia's mom
Meet Olivia:
July 2010 wasn't what the Haveri family expected, at all. Their sweet 7-year-old daughter, Olivia, was just diagnosed with Stage 3 Burkitt's Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. This was a hard diagnosis for, not only Olivia, but her family too. Olivia had cancer.
During Hospital stays Olivia suffers from depression. She is physically tired, and in pain. Her hair has started falling out which makes Livi even more sad. This current round of chemo has Olivia tired and throwing up. With everything that has been happening, The Haveri family trust in God. They trust that our healer will completly rid Livi's body of cancer.
Currently, Olivia has sores on and in her mouth from vomiting. Please pray with us that they go away and she can eat and keep it down. Her spirit is good though, we are very proud of her.
Mrs. Emmy and Mr. Chris have to take turns being with Olivia because they have 3 other kids at home. Even though Gage is 18 and Abby is 13 or 14, Natalie is only 4. It's hard on them being away from Livi. Its rough on Olivia, too. She's only 7 and shes in the hospital fighting cancer so she cant be with her siblings like she used too.
Please keep Olivia Haveri in your prayers. Also, please include Emmy, Chris, Gage, Abby and Natalie in your prayers.
Olivia is currently getting Chemotherapy.
GO Olivia!
-Follow how Olivia is doing here- www.Twitter.com/CancerKickers
Meet Olivia:
July 2010 wasn't what the Haveri family expected, at all. Their sweet 7-year-old daughter, Olivia, was just diagnosed with Stage 3 Burkitt's Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. This was a hard diagnosis for, not only Olivia, but her family too. Olivia had cancer.
During Hospital stays Olivia suffers from depression. She is physically tired, and in pain. Her hair has started falling out which makes Livi even more sad. This current round of chemo has Olivia tired and throwing up. With everything that has been happening, The Haveri family trust in God. They trust that our healer will completly rid Livi's body of cancer.
Currently, Olivia has sores on and in her mouth from vomiting. Please pray with us that they go away and she can eat and keep it down. Her spirit is good though, we are very proud of her.
Mrs. Emmy and Mr. Chris have to take turns being with Olivia because they have 3 other kids at home. Even though Gage is 18 and Abby is 13 or 14, Natalie is only 4. It's hard on them being away from Livi. Its rough on Olivia, too. She's only 7 and shes in the hospital fighting cancer so she cant be with her siblings like she used too.
Please keep Olivia Haveri in your prayers. Also, please include Emmy, Chris, Gage, Abby and Natalie in your prayers.
Olivia is currently getting Chemotherapy.
GO Olivia!
-Follow how Olivia is doing here- www.Twitter.com/CancerKickers
Monday, August 9, 2010
Time Flies....
5 months ago today on Tuesday March 9, 2010 precious Layla Grace Marsh went to play with the angels. She was
Only 2. As I sit here writing this with tears in my eyes I realize for the hundreth time that Layla is never returning. It has already been 5 months but it feels like yesterday. A broken heart keeps beating.
Please keep the Marsh family in your thoughts and prayers as they cope with 5 months without their baby. Pray for their strength and comfort in this devestating time.
I miss and love you so much baby Layla. Fly high precious angel!
"Time passes by so quickly. But I guess I thought you'd be here forever. I never even got the chance to- say goodbye"
Rest In Peace precious Layla Grace Marsh.
Save a place for me....
Only 2. As I sit here writing this with tears in my eyes I realize for the hundreth time that Layla is never returning. It has already been 5 months but it feels like yesterday. A broken heart keeps beating.
Please keep the Marsh family in your thoughts and prayers as they cope with 5 months without their baby. Pray for their strength and comfort in this devestating time.
I miss and love you so much baby Layla. Fly high precious angel!
"Time passes by so quickly. But I guess I thought you'd be here forever. I never even got the chance to- say goodbye"
Rest In Peace precious Layla Grace Marsh.
Save a place for me....
Friday, August 6, 2010
Burkitt's Lymphoma - Mathew's Story
"You never think these things are going to happen when you're bringing your baby home from the hospital."
Mathew's Mom
Meet Mathew:
The summer before he was set to start Kindergarten, Mathew, an active boy from central Minnesota, fell ill with what his family thought was the flu. Most of his symptoms were not out of the ordinary, his tummy hurt and he had the chills. But there were a few oddities. He was hungry and at one point was actually craving chili dogs. How odd, his parents thought, he has the flu, but is craving CHILLI DOGS? His stomach also felt hard and it was swollen.
Lives Changed with a Few Words
After a week without getting any better, Mathew’s parents took him to the emergency room. There the doctors found a large mass in his abdomen and he was later diagnosed with Burkitt’s Lymphoma. Mathew went through six months of intense treatment that was supposed to dissolve his tumor. Unfortunately he needed surgery to remove the reminder of the tumor and a stem cell transplant, which was performed by the University of Minnesota, Children’s Hospital Fairview, one of the best transplant programs in the country due to the support of Children’s Cancer Research Fund.
Attitude is Everything
Mathew maintained an incredibly positive outlook and did not even consider death as a possibility when he was going through his treatment, even though his cancer was not responding as they had hoped. Ever inquisitive, he always wanted to know everything that was going on when he was going through treatment. He wanted the doctors to talk to him, not just his parents.
Taking a Unique Path
Mathew took his own unique route to get to a cure. Mathew’s treatment was a success. Today, after having won his battle with cancer, he is pursuing acting, sports and at just age eleven, is considering a career in medicine. Again, Mathew demonstrates that he is wise beyond his years. Those who love him just want him to grow up to be happy and fulfilled.
Story: http://www.childrenscancer.org/stories-of-hope/kids-stories/matthew.html
GO MATHEW!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Retinoblastoma – Drew’s Story
“While you hear this all the time with tragedies, it is so true, we never thought in a million years it would happen to our child or us,”
Meet Drew Giuliani:
When three-year-old Drew was just 9-months-old, his parents, Heidi and Tony, noticed a slight glow in the pupil of his eye. They also noticed that his left eye appeared to be lazy and it would frequently fade up and to the left. At first they thought he may just need glasses. Their referral to a pediatric ophthalmologist gave them a diagnosis they had never anticipated– their son had Retinoblastoma, cancer of the eye.
Fearing the Worst
These young parents were devastated when they heard the word “cancer.” They couldn’t help their minds from going down the path of loosing a child. “While you hear this all the time with tragedies, it is so true, we never thought in a million years it would happen to our child or us,” Tony said.
The pediatric ophthalmologist referred the family to the University of Minnesota Amplatz Children’s Hospital to seek treatment as he indicated that “the best of the best” were there. There Drew underwent treatment and surgery to destroy the cancerous tumors that were present. The little boy who loved Elmo and Pooh, made it through his initial treatment.
A Cancer that Continues to Grow
Retinoblastoma has the tendency to grow new tumors until the child reaches the age of six. True to this disease’s tendency Drew did have a reoccurrence and there is always a possibility for future tumors developing. If a new tumor pops up, the eye surgeons will use a combination of laser and freezing therapy to destroy them. Drew will continue to be seen at the U of M for many years on an every two to three month basis until he reaches the 6-year milestone.
A Promising Outlook
Though he will be monitored for new tumors for years to come, his outlook is looks promising. Tony and Heidi hope that his vision will remain the same that that Drew will be like any other person that can read, write and drive a car. He will be the one with glasses and people will not know half the story of. They won’t know he beat cancer when he was just a little boy.
-http://www.childrenscancer.org/stories-of-hope/kids-stories/drew.html
Follow Drew's blog for updates: http://drewgiuliani.blogspot.com/
GO DREW!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Brain Cancer - Connor's Story
"Something in me right then said, 'He's going to make it.'"
Meet Connor Dykes:
"When Connor woke up after surgery, he opened his eyes and he looked at me, and I instantly knew that would be one of my favorite memories from my entire life."
- Mindy Dykes
Connor Dykes, nearly 3 years old, is a ball of energy. From the moment his mother Mindy gets him up at 5:30 in the morning, until his father David puts him to bed at night, he’s nonstop motion-- laughing, tearing around, and alternately playing and fighting with his older sister Joselyn. In other words, he's a lot like any other kid his age.
That Connor is alive at all is miraculous.
When he was 6 weeks old, Connor's mother went out with a friend. David was at home hanging out with the kids. Connor suffered from acid reflux, and that night it was particularly bad. He was restless, couldn’t eat and was throwing up all night. Strangest of all, he would cry whenever David turned on the lights. David was sitting in the dark with his baby, finally asleep on his lap, when Mindy came home. "He's not right," David whispered.
The moment Mindy turned on the light, their lives changed forever.
The entire left side of Connor's head was swollen. They immediately drove to the nearest hospital in Hudson, WI. "We say it calmly now," says David, "but we were frantic."
Mindy took Connor, while David drove Joselyn to her grandmother’s house. During the trip to the hospital, Mindy became more and more alarmed. Connor's cry was becoming weaker; he was clammy, shaking and pale.
The doctors at Hudson had Connor transferred by ambulance to the University of Minnesota. When they arrived, Connor was sent to have a CT scan. When the doctor came back out, Mindy immediately knew that something was horribly wrong. "She had that ashen look, and ER doctors don't get that look very often." She sat Mindy down and told her that Connor had a brain tumor the size of an adult fist.
As they waited for David to arrive, Mindy talked with the neurosurgeon, who informed her that the surgery was extremely risky, and it was likely that her child would not survive. By the time David arrived, Connor's vital organs were beginning to shut down. They had no choice--allow the surgery, or lose their son for sure.
During the operation, Mindy sat in disbelief; David, in anger. The Dykes' first son, Christopher Gabriel, had been stillborn, and David felt like he was living the nightmare over again. "I loved him, but I put these walls up, because I was going to have to plan this... putting another boy in the ground."
Connor, however, had other ideas.
Four and a half hours later, the neurosurgeon came into the waiting room to tell the Dykes that he had successfully removed the tumor, and that Connor was stable. Within 10 minutes of David and Mindy entering the recovery room, Connor opened his eyes and looked at them. For David, this was nothing short of a miracle. "Something in me right then said, 'He's going to make it.'"
However, the Dykes' fight was far from over. Three days later, Connor was diagnosed with a rare Stage IV Multiforme Congenital Glioblastoma. Their pediatrician, Dr. Christopher Moertel, Clinical Director, Pediatric Brain Tumor Program, knew that the protocol for Connor's treatment needed to be innovative; they were delving into uncharted territory, as most children with this type of tumor die in childbirth.
Connor went through five months of chemotherapy, and then he became the youngest person ever at the U of M Children's Hospital to receive a self-donated bone marrow transplant. Dr. Moertel thought it would take several tries to collect enough bone marrow from him, but again, Connor surprised everyone. Astonishingly, after just one pass, he donated enough marrow to do 4 adult transplants.
"Connor had something to do," says Mindy, "and he did it."
The bone marrow transplant was a success, as was the chemotherapy, and now, almost two years later, Connor is considered cured. Mindy and David thank the strides in medical research for their son's life. Mindy says, "Ten years ago, Connor wouldn't be here. They wouldn't have had the technology to do a CT scan 30 seconds after he entered the ER. Then there's the big stuff, the bone marrow transplant, the right combination of chemotherapy drugs."
The Dykes never hesitated to sign off on any research Connor's doctors wanted to do. Part of his tumor is now in California; part of it is at Mayo. Like most parents in their situation, David and Mindy don't want any other families to have to go through what they did. "In five years I hope he's still teaching things and helping doctors figure out how to help kids," says David.
Though the last two years were in many ways terrible, the Dykes are aware that they've gained friends and experiences they wouldn't have if Connor had not been sick. They also have learned to appreciate every moment with their children.
Today, Connor has some developmental disabilities, but he is progressing daily. He wears hearing aids due to hearing loss from the aggressive chemotherapy, but this too is showing signs of improvement. Also, one of his optic nerves was severed because of the tumor, so he has partial blindness in his right eye and has to wear glasses. "His sister just says it makes him look like Harry Potter, so that’s okay," says Mindy with a laugh. For the Dykes, these are very small prices to pay to have their son happy and healthy.
"I had this dream, like all parents do, that one day we would watch Connor go off to school on a school bus like every other kid," says Mindy holding back tears. "That'll be starting in December! If you saw his CT scan and what is left of his brain, and what is missing, I don't know how he does the things he does. He’s is progressing so well and so fast. He's just A-MAZ-ING!"
-http://www.childrenscancer.org/stories-of-hope/kids-stories/connor.html
You can read Connor's story here: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/connordykes
GO CONNOR!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Joy after heartache
Sophie Atay. The 2 year old baby i've grown to love. After 12 months of fighting Neuroblastoma Cancer, Sophie went to play with the angels with Layla Grace in March. I joined in the heartache felt by so many for this precious babygirl.. Karine Atay, Sophie's mother, is living on her legacy and raising money as well as awareness for this devestating disease. Karine has vowed to continue to campaign in memory of her daughter who touched hearts across the country. Karine’s sister Elaine Love nominated the heartbroken mother for the "Mum of the year award" after she devoted so much time into researching the cancer.
Elaine said: “The only way I can describe her is inspirational. I am in awe of her devotion and love for her children.”
Karine Atay has just welcomed a baby boy into the world! Congrats to the Atay family! May they find peace during this time and enjoy it with their eldest daughter and new son. I am beyond happy for this family. They deserve the love and care everyone gives them! I wish the family and their new baby boy- Health, Happiness & a long future.
Karine Atay and 3-week-old son Jaime.
source: http://bit.ly/aOAxSi
FOLLOW @SophieAtay - on Twitter! www.Twitter.Com/SophieAtay
Elaine said: “The only way I can describe her is inspirational. I am in awe of her devotion and love for her children.”
Karine Atay has just welcomed a baby boy into the world! Congrats to the Atay family! May they find peace during this time and enjoy it with their eldest daughter and new son. I am beyond happy for this family. They deserve the love and care everyone gives them! I wish the family and their new baby boy- Health, Happiness & a long future.
Karine Atay and 3-week-old son Jaime.
source: http://bit.ly/aOAxSi
FOLLOW @SophieAtay - on Twitter! www.Twitter.Com/SophieAtay
Friday, July 16, 2010
Starting off...
Hello, I'm Melly.
I created this blog so I can express what I want to say & share my thoughts instead of just babbling on Twitter. Many things will come out of this blog. For instance, I will put info about any fundraisers I'm hosting or I will post links to pages of kids who need prayers. Basically this blog is to make things easier.
Tomorrow this blog will be edited & complete! It will have everything I need on it & I will officially start blogging tomorrow too. This post is just an inside look as to where I plan on taking the blog & how I plan on using it to help other people. I'm not going to make this super long right now because I will be posting tomorrow. I hope y'all got a "peek" into what this blog will be about.
Follow me on here & spread the word!
Thank You
-Melly :)
I created this blog so I can express what I want to say & share my thoughts instead of just babbling on Twitter. Many things will come out of this blog. For instance, I will put info about any fundraisers I'm hosting or I will post links to pages of kids who need prayers. Basically this blog is to make things easier.
Tomorrow this blog will be edited & complete! It will have everything I need on it & I will officially start blogging tomorrow too. This post is just an inside look as to where I plan on taking the blog & how I plan on using it to help other people. I'm not going to make this super long right now because I will be posting tomorrow. I hope y'all got a "peek" into what this blog will be about.
Follow me on here & spread the word!
Thank You
-Melly :)
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