<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589697055966930411</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:55:29.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsmylife-sue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3589697055966930411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217429527224167594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qrm5V7uWljM/SlYzcc7lhWI/AAAAAAAACf4/H0Gcthie8ds/S220/Me%26NicoleAug08+(7)+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589697055966930411.post-7383169420463072722</id><published>2009-07-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:30:33.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In an instant</title><content type='html'>In an instant....lives are changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant...a decision can not be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant....the pain is so great, that it perpetuates more waves of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another decision, made in an instant, but not with the same result.....it wasn't too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the curtain covered area, and see this beautiful young girl, tubes, monitors, liquids, sounds, smells....all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant...the emotions that I felt a little over two years ago crash over me in a wave that rose up out of nowhere.  For just a minute, I swept under with fear and doubt and anger and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me....and just as quickly I look over at a broken-hearted Mom. I recognize the "trying to show I'm OK on the outside, but inside I'm all torn up" mask she's got on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...in an instant...exactly why I'm here, in this room, with this young girl and her Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and clarity flash like a light. It's all going to be OK...I don't know how, but I know it will. I can feel God in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something so deeply spiritual when the gut wrenching pain of an experience you didn't think you could make it through suddenly is an experience from which you can draw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;strenght&lt;/span&gt; from. It's the raw truth of saying, "I understand exactly how you feel" and the power of sharing that with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know where my own daughter is on her journey....but I know where Erin is today...which gives me hope for Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Tisha and her family, it's too late. Tucker's choice can not be undone. A hole in the hearts of so many, especially his Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that their pain, no longer perpetuates the pain. Please God, let Tucker's memory instill a willingness to honor life...not death.  Help them see that this disease does not need to take another child away from their mother, father , sister or brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3589697055966930411-7383169420463072722?l=itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/7383169420463072722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-instant.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3589697055966930411/posts/default/7383169420463072722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3589697055966930411/posts/default/7383169420463072722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-instant.html' title='In an instant'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217429527224167594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qrm5V7uWljM/SlYzcc7lhWI/AAAAAAAACf4/H0Gcthie8ds/S220/Me%26NicoleAug08+(7)+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589697055966930411.post-3231904780542762485</id><published>2009-07-09T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:12:39.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>So - I have no idea what I'm doing, but I have been wanting to start blogging for quite some time now. Now, I have some time...so.....here I blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - I really am happy with the life that I have today. I'm blessed with a family full of dysfunctionally, functional (is this really a phrase??) loving, crazy, off the wall, I hate you - I love you, gotta love em, get me outta here, make me laught till I hurt, and make me cry till there are no more tears.............you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of friends that totally get me - even when I don't get me. Thank God!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forard to sharing the good - bad  - and everything in between here. I guess for now - it'll have to be the "Someday, I'm gonna write a book" part of my days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3589697055966930411-3231904780542762485?l=itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/feeds/3231904780542762485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3589697055966930411/posts/default/3231904780542762485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3589697055966930411/posts/default/3231904780542762485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmylife-sue.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16217429527224167594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qrm5V7uWljM/SlYzcc7lhWI/AAAAAAAACf4/H0Gcthie8ds/S220/Me%26NicoleAug08+(7)+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
