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I do not like them. The crawly kind of the ones that get into your immune system and totally shut you down. Oh my gosh!!! I had the stomach flu on Tuesday and I thought I was going to die. I even told Brittney, a girl I work with, to tell my boss "Tell Steven I'm going to die". It sucked!!! Stomach cramps, fever, body aches that were worse than I have ever had and I won't get started on the other things that I went through that day. Holy cow Tuesday bit it HUGE!!! I thank God that it was only a 24 hour bug and I was much better yesterday. Still have a cramp from time to time and eating is not high on my list of things to do but other than that...I'm all hunkie dorie. :)

Can you believe that Thanksgiving is next week??? Hello?!?!?! Where did the year go??? I can't say that I'm sad that 2008 is almost over. It hasn't been a fabulous year for me. Not the worst year I've had but all of the medical stuff has put me in a funk for the majority of the year. I am so thankful that I do not have breast cancer though. I went to a healing room last week and that experience was the most intense and amazing thing I have gone through in a very long time. There is no way I can even begin to explain it. I just know that something good happned that day and I believe that the next time I go in for my mammogram and ultrasound that there will no longer be any masses. I fully believe that what you speak will be brought into fruition. As long as I think the negative and speak negative...I'm setting myself up for it to become true. So...I will no longer worry that I have cancer and I will not develop cancer. I can do this. :)

Winter is on it's way my friends. Are you ready?

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