Finally said no to a doctor

I've always done what my doctors have told me to do. If I need a test done, I do it. If I need a procedure done, I make sure it happens. I've never said no, I'm not doing that, too bad. Well, I finally did it. I went and saw the physical therapist and was set up to go see her once the insurance approved it and my oncologist signed off on it. I had the appointment arranged and then we were hit with a monster snow storm here which closed down much of the city. It made me have seconds thoughts. I eventually just called the office up and told them I wasn't going to reschedule and I'm not coming back. I felt guilty, but I'd had enough.

For all I know, I don't have lymphedema in my side, I could just be extra fat over there. I was told to get some good jogging bras that will support me instead of my fat falling over the top of my bra and having the bottom of it cutting into my side. There's a good place here in Portland that measures and helps you find the correct mastectomy bras and get new fake boobs. I'm hoping my insurance will cover most of it, because ideally, I'd like to get 3-4 new bras, a prosthetic for swimming and a new one just for every day use. Realistically, I know I have to get one bra and anything else will be extra. But I can dream, right?

Struggling with weight

I can't go one day without my meds or I get really messed up. I didn't take all my pills on Friday night and yesterday my emotions were a mess. It doesn't help that I was already messed up, it just made it worse. It's very frustrating to go to an outlet mall hoping to get jeans and you go to a store and the biggest pair they have is in a size 12. I'm definitely NOT at size 12 and haven't been for a very long time. I feel like I'm at my biggest weight ever and I feel terrible about it. Add to the fact that the physical therapist I saw says I have lymphedema in my side and wanted to do therapy with it, plus the fact that any bras I have to buy are very expensive, it makes for loads of fun. It's not just a matter of going and buying a cheap $10 Walmart bra. It has to be specially made because I'm fat, I have no boob, and I have problems on my side. It all gets complicated with breast cancer.

My body hurts so much. I am 35 but feel like I have an 80 year old body. Everything hurts, body aches, etc. My hotflashes have returned and are as lovely as ever. As an added bonus now for my dh, intercourse is very very painful. Like losing your virginity each and every time. I don't like doing it, no sex drive from all the meds, and now when I do want to, it hurts like a bitch. I see pictures and see how big I am and I hate myself even more. I am running out of unemployment benefits, I'm bigger than ever, zero self esteem, and it's been almost impossible to find a job with my health problems. I feel utterly useless. I'm sitting here on a Sunday morning, too embarrassed to go to church. I don't know how to even start to get better.

Three doctor visits last week

Last week was busy. My dh had the week off and we filled it with doctor visits and other fun stuff. Tuesday was my visit with my oncologist. I had seen him not too long ago, but because of starting Arimidex, he wanted to check on my levels while being on this new medication. I had been having a cold and developed a dry cough so seeing a doctor was nice. He checked my lungs and said I was clear. Anyways, my blood counts were good and he actually told me my hormone stats. I hadn't known before.

He explained that they use a system of numbers from 1 to 500 to determine hormone levels. I forgot most of the explanation, but my numbers are Estrogen level 200 out of 500 and my Progesterone level is 20 out of 500. My Her2 level is 0 which is negative. So that's how I'm ER/PR+ and Her2-. I've seen a trend on my board that triple negative tumors seem to have the hardest time, so I'm grateful that I'm not.

Next doctor visit was Thursday to my gyno surgeon. Things are so painful down in my cervix that it nearly makes me cry. So I went in to make sure things were okay and not just scar tissue or something else. Turns out I have a dermatitis problem, yeast infection, and yes, extremely dry tissue inside. Great. I went home with a free sample of meds and a new prescription that I hope my oncologist will let me have since it has a bit of estrogen in it.

Then since I was still coughing like crazy, I called my regular doctor, Dr. Hughes and asked her nurse what I could take since I had tried everything to make the cough stop. They had me come in and I was able to actually see my favorite doctor. She said my lungs were no longer clear like my oncologist had said and had crap in them. lol She gave me a presciption for a Zpack and inhalers. They haven't helped my cough at all, but I'm thinking that they are helping my lungs so that once they heal, the coughing will stop. I've had two nights cough free though the days are still not so great.

My Ah ha moment

This doesn't have anything to do with breast cancer at all, but I needed a place to do it where I could write out my thoughts and my family wouldn't tease me about being mushy. Then I would feel stupid and silly and erase it and it wouldn't be written down anywhere.

I have two children, C and L, and they are 5 and 7. We went to Ikea for dinner the other night after picking up dh from work. We sat down after being in line and got settled with the girls and their food being fixed and their drinks readied with straws. I just looked at the four of us and was just struck by how RIGHT we were as a family. That we were complete and okay and how lucky and blessed I was to have this little family. In my church we are considered rather small and I get the occaisional question of when we are having more children. We aren't. We are set and complete and for the first time, I was completely at peace with that. I always used to feel that I wasn't done even when dh had the big V and I had my medical problems. I would long to hold a baby in my arms and found it hard for awhile to be around people that were pregnant or had brand new babes in their arms.

But that moment in Ikea, I had my ah ha moment. Our family is done, we are complete, and I couldn't be happier. I am finally at peace about the size of our family. I can hold babies now and stare wistfully at them, but gladly hand them back because I'm where I should be at in my life and I'm finally content with it. It was like a huge relief to have that hit me. I'm not sure why I had that moment, but I'm so grateful for it. I needed it because I used to be so sad and that I hadn't done all I could regarding our family size and felt something was lacking.

I'm so blessed and happy to be the mom to C and L. I'm going to work on being the best mom for THEM and teach them and love them and cuddle them and make sure they know that they were meant for us and our little family. I'm going to make mistakes, but they will never not know that their momma loves them more than anything else on earth.

I lost another friend yesterday...

This disease sucks. It really does and no one gets it unless you have it, especially at the age younger women do. It strikes harder and is deadlier than when older women get it. I have a support group and these women get it. They understand the fears of not seeing your child's next birthday or Christmas or even the next week.

I lost a friend named Jenn yesterday. I have lost so many this year. People I've known and hugged and loved and laughed till I cried with and it's terrible. Last year my roommate for the first conference I went to passed away. I was able to email a few times with her mom and I had to swallow my hurt for the two younger girls she left behind. Then this year it just went all to hell. I lost Cathy, Melinda, Shabby, Courtney, Jami, my dear dear friend Danica, and now Jenn. I miss them all so much. It will be their family's first Christmas without these wonderful women. God be with their families, I know they will need it.

Rambling on...

Pity post coming. Shocked, right? lol

I feel out of sorts. I'm not sure where I belong if I do at all. Do I really belong with the group of women I interact with online everyday or am I just watching them? What do I have to offer? I have a jumble of thoughts going on in my head, snatches of feelings here and there. Am I happy about depression meds that try to keep me on an even keel or do I want to really feel emotions instead of nothingness? I don't care about a lot of things or sometimes I care too much about the wrong things.

I want to get started on Christmas so badly! I want to revel in the season and everything it has to offer. On the other hand, I want it to pass me by without acknowledging it because it hurts so damn much. I want to feel so much but the person I want to share it most with doesn't seem to care at all. I don't know if they really understand me or they don't want to or they don't care.

Muscle spasms

Okay, so I went to the regular doctor's office to get my back checked out. I hadn't taken anything all day because nothing seemed to be working and honestly, if the doctor prescribed something, I didn't want to have to wait to take anything because I had used something earlier. I get to see the nurse practitioner, Morgan Powell. She was a great lady. Anyways, she listens to me, asks questions, and has me do a few things so she can determine my range of motion. She wanted to send me home with a lidocaine patch on my back to numb it up. They were out. I instead got a shot of Toradol, some free samples of Skelaxin, and a script for Vicodin. She told me since I was getting the shot, to not take any advil for 24 hours. So it sounds like an anti inflammatory drug similiar to Advil but way more powerful. I just wish I didn't have to get it in the bum. It feels a bit achey right now.

I go home with all these drugs and I'm sure dh is just rolling his eyes at me, the walking pharmacy. I honestly don't go looking for things to go wrong with me at all. It is just been a really bad year health wise for me.

My back is a problem again

Okay, first of all, I changed my blog background again. I've been wanting something that has pink ribbons on it and this is the best I could come up with. Not my favorite, but it works.

My back was slowly getting better and now it's bad again. Yesterday we had our Primary program and afterwards, I was bringing the chairs back to the Primary room. I was in a hurry and feeling...okay, so I grabbed 2 chairs under each arm and hauled them into the room. As the day progressed, my back got bad again. I woke up today and it's almost as bad as it was the last time. I'm hating life right now. I'm frustrated with being told to ice it and take advil. I want solutions, not a bandaid on the situation. So I didn't know whether to call the chiropractor or any other doctor. I called my general doctor and someone there is seeing me this afternoon at 4pm. I hope it works and they can really help me solve the problem. I'm really tired of hurting all the time. I would welcome a surgery even if it would make the pain go away.

Updates

It seems like forever since I wrote on here. My side has been bugging me a lot, the mastectomy side. It feels squishy and soft, not just regular and fat like the other side. Like there's fluid or something. It could have been partly because not all sensation is back on that side and with some nerves regenerating, I can feel most things, but it's like when you're at the dentist and you've been given novicane. You can feel it ...but you can't. Plus, my bra fits fine on the life side, but on the right side, it bunches up and spills over the side of my bra. Not normal. I finally got tired of it and on the 21st, I called the nurse at the oncologist office and told them what I was feeling. She noted it and called the doctor and they would call me later. They did and told me that the doctor wants me to come in and see him that week. That was on Tuesday. On Thursday, I went in and he examined me. He could feel a difference on my side and concluded that I had lymphedema in my side. In your arm is where you normally get it, and it's not common to get it in your side. Lucky me.

Great news there. He set me up to go see a physical therapist of sorts at Good Samaritian hospital in Portland. He said that they are very good, the best in the area. I need to count up my doctors visits after I add this person to the list. It keeps growing and growing. I was always terrified of getting lymphedema. When I was going through chemo, there was a lady there that had it so bad that her arm was useless. It was so puffed up and awful looking. I don't know how to explain this other than this way. Image a pickle and pretend it's your finger. Then put a giant Idaho potato next to it and see how different this lady's hand looked in size. Her arm was literally about 3 times the normal size. I was so scared I would end up that way. I walked out of that doctor visit and just wanted to cry. I know I've gaine a bit of weight because I've been depressed and eating was such a way to escape things. I'd treat myself to a favorite snack and instead of limiting myself, I would gorge. It's possible that it could have contributed to the lymphedema, I don't know.

Anyways, that was just the start to one of the worst weeks I've ever had. Our car that we've had since the beginning, has practically died on us after going to the mechanics twice in 7 days for two different problems. No job prospects, sucky Scentsy party, anxiety attacks, and just normal life. So I had a giant sobfest in the bathroom. The really hard, really bad crying like you used to have when you were a kid and got hurt. I hid my face in the towel so the girls wouldn't hear me and I turned on the faucet. I was so tired of being pushed to the very edge of hanging on. I just didn't have anything left in me.

I had also hurt my back the evening of the oncologist appointment. It was hurting a bit and then I picked up L to take her to bed and did something wonky to it. I went to bed and literally could not move my fat butt to turn over. To twist my body to turn over was murder. In the morning, I was hunched over and moving at all made me gasp in pain. The poor little girls were so concerned for me. How I got L to school, I'll never know. The girls held onto my hands as I walked in the community center with them, them because they always do it, me because I was afraid I'd fall over if they didn't. I managed to get home, but I couldn't even walk C to school, even though it was within sight of our home. I barely made it to the gate before I felt like I was going to die. It was some of the worst pain I've had in a very long time.

I called my inlaws in tears and they were able to pick up Lindsey for me. I took two Vicodin and planted my butt in my chair and tried not to do anything to hurt it. When my inlaws brought L home, I was walking all funny and it was just a terrible experience. I'm doing okay now, but I'm only back to about 70% on my back. It's very very frustrating.

Who am I anymore?

Do you ever feel satisfied? Do you ever feel good enough? I feel restless and unsettled. I don't feel complete. I don't feel like I'm a whole person. I don't know if it's the cancer thing or what it is. I don't want my whole life forever to revolve around cancer. But is that how everyone sees me? Oh yeah, she's the girl that got breast cancer. Am I known for anything else? I feel like I'm walking in a fog and I see glimpes of the life I want, but it's just out of reach or the fog closes it up after a little while. I'm not sure I know how to be happy anymore. No, it's not a depression thing, I think it goes beyond that. How do I explain this so that it makes sense? I feel at times like a block of wood that hasn't been shaped yet. I know I will be something incredible, but that I have to be carved first. It's like I don't have the tools to do it yet. I don't know how to get the tools or the skill to carve, but it's there! I want to become the me I want to be, but I don't know how to get there.

Feeling sick

I'm feeling cruddy today. Lots of aches and pains on my physical body. The mental cruddiness is there too. It's icky and rainy outside and I still have to go run my errands. I'm not sure what it would take to feel altogether again. It's been so long since I felt like a whole person, that I'm not sure what it feels like anymore.

We are staying in Portland, no Tuscon

I'm heartbroken, sad, and a teensy bit relieved. But I won't let myself feel that for awhile. I'm mostly sad and really really down. Jason wanted this so bad. We looked up apartments, found people to talk to that lived there that could tell me good doctors, tried to figure out moving costs, etc. We wanted this so badly because we would be a little more financially secure. No more wondering how the hell we would pay rent or afford to buy clothes for the girls for school. Jason wanted so much to be able to provide for his family as the head of the house. He was really counting on this. I'm upset that they didn't want him. They are missing out, he's wonderful and the hardest most loyal worker they'll ever meet.

But the teeny tiny part of me way in the back is so relieved not to have to deal with the hot weather. My hot flashes are still happening with the slightest bit of heat and I'd tried to keep it out of my head how it would be done there in the extreme heat. I would gladly go if they change their minds, but it doesn't look like it's meant to be.

No news from Tuscon- added news update on friend with bc

I had another attack yesterday before church. Jason wasn't around, my mom was at church, and I couldn't find anyone to talk me down from it. It wasn't too bad. Then dh gets home from his meetings and tells me that Frances Young died. She was an older lady in my ward that had breast cancer. She would take a special interest in me and always was aware of me in the ward. When I had my problems this year, she brought me over a card and a special soft robe. It was a bit small, but the fact that she was watching over me made me cry. So anyways, Jason tells me she died, (mets from breast cancer, it spread to her brain) and my attack is back. I bawl and bawl. By this time we are at church and it's Sacrament meeting. So I sit in the back row with the rough paper towels from the bathroom and tears are rolling down my face. It really sucked. I had walked in the Race this year and Frances was on my shirt in the In Celebration of side. Now it needs to be switched to the In Memory of.

I'm having troubles. I used to love to cook. I adore doing soups, baking things, trying new recipes. I would scour Taste of Home magazines looking for new things to try out. But I feel nothing now. I look at my home and I don't care. I don't care what we eat, I don't care what I wear, I don't care if I cook, I don't care. I get emotion from time to time, but everything around me just feels like nothingness. I simply don't care anymore. I want to care, but it seems way to hard to get to where I need to to put forth effort.

Edited to add- I went to my breast cancer board to check things out. Turns out another friend has died. Her name was Nika and she had me for a gift exchange last Christmas. She was so thoughtful and kind. Not loud or flashy, but a sweet kind presence. I'll miss her a lot.

That makes two just this week. (sigh)

The attacks are back

I'm struggling again. I thought the anxiety attacks would end, but they haven't. I had one last night that lasted about 20 minutes as I was getting ready for bed. I was good all day and my mood was level and no problems. But when it started, I started to get scared and anxious, my heart started racing, and I had to try and slow my breathing down and stop myself from crying. I didn't do a very good job. I think this is the first time in a while that dh as seen one of my attacks and I don't think he understands them.

Dh has been applying for different positions within his company. He's tried Billings, Des Moines, Minneapolis, Denver, and Tuscon. The job in Tuscon looks serious and the next step would be a face to face interview. We are just waiting to hear if they want to do that now. They've made the job perks seem great and I've been searching for apartments in Tuscon for a while now. I'm trying to make peace with the fact that it's the last place on earth I want to move to and I'm slowly getting excited for it if we do move down there.

I've been without a job for so long, I'm stressed to death about finances and I've been through so many doctor visits in the past month. I'm struggling so much to be a decent wife and mother and I'm failing. I'm not succeeding at anything it seems. I have no desire to cook even though I love to cook again in the fall. Nothing really excites me because we have no money to make even the simplest things happen. Life shouldn't revolve around money and it doesn't. But even to fill the gas tank takes a load of money. I'm having a hard time being happy.

update

I haven't blogged in so long. I had 6 appointments last month and made it through all of them with flying colors. I had a bone density scan, dentist, return dentist visit, radiation oncologist, and medical oncologist. The bone density scan was quick and painless. All you do is lay flat on a table while a C shaped machine moves over you as needed. At one point, a big square block is put under your knees with your legs resting on top of it. You need to be a certain angle so they can check your hips and spine and this helps it. I didn't get the results, but I assume if there is something bad on there, my oncologist will let me know. They said it wasn't like having a mammogram where you need to know right away. Instead she said it was like a "quality of life" issue. They test my bones as I'm starting a new medication and starting menopause. After a year or so, they'll test me and see if my bones have started to change due to the two new factors in my life.
I went to my medical oncologist and he wanted to see how I was doing on my new cancer meds, Arimidex. I seem to be handling it okay, but he wants to see me in 4 months instead of the usual 6 months.

I saw my radiation oncologist and let him know about the anxiety/panic attacks I was getting during August. I wish I had something that would help calm me down. He was able to give me a prescription for Ativan. I was so grateful and I've only done it a couple of times but I can tell a difference and it's great. He said other than that, I'm doing well enough that I don't have to go back to see him until my mammogram next SEPTEMBER!!! Yay!!! One doctor down. It was scary and wonderful at the same time.

Appointment #2 down, 3 more to go

I had a mammogram on Monday. I mentally prepare beforehand to expect bad news. There just seems to have been so much lately. A part of me is constantly thinking I'm going to have a recurrence and it's just a matter of time before it happens. So it almost would seem like a relief if they found something and then I'd stop worrying and wondering and be able to fix the problem. Probably sounds dumb and completely irrational.

I went to the Breast Center at SWMC. They have a great clinic and it's very calming and comforting. My mom met me there and watched L in the waiting room for me. So I go and have it done. I think the usual practice is to have it done and then be on your way and they send a form in the mail to let you know if anything is up. But every time I've gone in, they check the films immediately while I wait. I'm so grateful for that. The nurse was waiting for the doctor to check it out and she was in the middle of a biopsy, so it took a while longer for the results.

Since they never know if the doctor will want a better look, I'm in my kimono top in the dressing area waiting to hear if they need more films. It's got a super cushy couch with quilted wall hangings that are so gorgeous. The lights are kind of low and their is calming music playing. After a while, the nurse comes back and says I'm all good and I don't have to come back until next year. THANK GOODNESS!!! When I finally showed up in the waiting room, my mom was starting to get concerned. She figured that with the long wait, that they may have found something and needed further treatment. Nope, I'm in the clear!!

Susan G Komen Race for the Cure

This picture look familiar? I walked in the 1k race last year with my inlaws on a team started by relatives of a neighbor. This year I saw the forms and with finances the way they are, I knew there wasn't a chance of going. I saw the signs like this one in downtown and tried to ignore them. I tried to convince myself it was too crowded and frantic last year and that I really didn't want to go. I was really sad about it. Then the thought came of trying to start a team and I got really excited about it. Then it turns out the dh's work already had a team and so we were too late. Then my friend Danica died and I fell apart. I didn't know what to do but I HAD to do SOMETHING!! I've lost too many friends this year to breast cancer or had people I know diagnosed. It's not right! Most of these women I know are younger than me with little babies that will never know their beautiful courageous mothers. I felt so helpless and lost.

So Jason and I gritted our teeth and put the registration amount on a credit card and signed up for the race as individuals and not a team. We are going to do the 1k walk again like I did last year. I felt so exhilarated and proud that I could do this. My friends that can't do it, I hope they are proud of me. I'm standing for something that I truly and wholeheartedly believe in. This year Susan G Komen is changing their idea. Before it was trying to get more attention to mammograms and early detection. This year it's all about finding a cure. When they explained that at our conference this year, we stood up and cheered. I feel like doing that myself. About dang time.

The race is in Portland on September 21st around 8am though other races are going on all morning. I'm completely out of shape but I don't care. The race in Portland is one of the biggest in the country and I'm going to be in the heart of it all.

This is for those I've lost this year: Cathy, Melinda, Lola, Jayme, and Danica. This is for those I know of who are suffering from it now: Becky, Tanya, Sue, Frances, and every other friend I've "met" on my internet boards. Too many to count sadly. I'll be thinking of you all when I'm out there.

Doctor #1 update

So I went and saw my surgical gyno yesterday, Dr. Forsythe. She's a cool cool lady and I'm so grateful I was referred to her. She immediately puts you at ease. I went to see her because she wanted to check on me and see how I was doing on Effexor. Yeah, not so hot. Or rather, extremely hot. The hot flashes are getting to me. They are awful. So we talked about it and I let her know how I was doing. I switched from Celexa to Effexor and my dose was supposed to be 37.5 mg. Didn't do the job, so I went up to 75mg. Not working so hot, so she doubled my dose to 150mg and hopefully this will make the hot flashes get better. Plus, it's also an anti anxiety/depression drug which I need anyways, so I'm killing two birds with one stone.

I went to a meeting tonight and my body aches from my hips down. I don't know why! I wasn't standing for a lot of time, nothing unusual happened. But also today, I've had zero energy and a headache and just felt like I could barely move. I just didn't care about anything. My mind was on the east coast in Queens, New York and my heart was breaking. I think that's why I was hurting today. All my mental and physical defenses were down and I just honestly didn't care about a single thing at all.

My friend, Danica

My friend Danica Martinez died two days ago. I've wanted to write this message down for awhile, but writing it down makes me more real and it still feels like a dream. If it's a dream, I can still believe it's not true and think that she's still alive. My friend Danica and I met on the Young Survival Coalition bulletin board. We were not especially close, but we were connected by our common bond of breast cancer. She's a fiesty young single mom who got out of a bad situation to eventually come down with breast cancer. She fought it like crazy. I've never seen anyone fight so hard. I met her the first time in Washington DC when I went to the breast cancer conference. She looked like she was recovering and doing well. I would be on the bb with her and hear her comments and so on.

Then she found out she had contracted chemo-induced leukemia. She was constantly in and out of the hospital with chemo treatments, infections, and other problems. She never once gave up, she fought like a fierce lioness to be with her children. A group of us made up a list to see who could send care packages to her weekly. She adored getting cards, letters, anything to cheer her and her kids up. I was able to send something to her in May or June. She found out her good friend was going downhill and would not be getting better. Against her doctor's advice, she left New York and flew to her friend and was able to make the last few days of her friend's life a comfort by being there. She was holding her hand when she died. Danica also against medical advice flew to our breast cancer conference in Jacksonville this year. She moved painfully slow and had her scarf on and obviously looked ill. But dang it, she was determined to be there! lol She wasn't going to let breast cancer take her down or dictate her actions. When she left, she was being wheeled down the airport by another friend. My dh saw her and told me. I ran after her and gave her a hug and told her I was so happy to have seen her and spent time with her. Then we said goodbye...

Danica needed a bone marrow transplant to stay alive. In the past few weeks, we tried to step up as a group and get drives going. All of us who have been through hell were unable to help her out since we were ineligible for transplants. We would have done it in a heartbeat too. I know I would have. Danica has mixed blood in her, she's part Hispanic and that made it doubly hard because very few people were on the bone marrow registry with that type of results. So we took it on ourselves if we were able to, to get the news and attention out there.

Sadly, it didn't work. While waiting for a transplant, Danica was given powerful bouts of chemo to keep her alive. Her heart couldn't take it and she passed away 2 days ago. When I found out the news, I immediately fell apart. We weren't best friends, but she was a special sweet powerful woman to me and I would have done anything I could to help her. Yes, I loved her as a sister in the fight against breast cancer. We were mothers fighting to be with our children. Danica cried often because she didn't want to leave her children. I know cry because those sweet children don't have their mother with them anymore. I know I'm not Danica, but everytime a friend passes away, a part of me dies with them. How do I know I'm not next? Can someone promise me I will see my children's next Christmas let alone see them graduate from high school? I struggle with wanting to try to live well because I just feel like I'm dying inside.

I can't think of Danica without my eyes welling with tears and feeling lower than I've felt in a very long time. I don't want to let anyone forget about her, ever. She meant so much to me! My friend is dead. It's not real, but it is! I'm so angry, so incredibly angry that I just want to scream and hit and fight. But at the same time, I want to wave the white flag and give up. Here's the website we started for her, please look at her wonderful happy face. I wish I could have made her whole. I miss her so much. http://www.danicamartinez.com/

Memory Lane

I'm copying this from my friend Heffalump's blog because she is so cool

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot. Anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty fun to see the responses. If you leave me a memory about me, I'll assume you are playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one for you.