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September 3, 2005 - A Busy Little Bee

As I have mentioned in a previous post, I've caught that little scrappin' bug and I've just been one busy little bee! In the last 7 days, I have created 6 new layouts - all of which are posted on My Scrap Bio or on 2 Peas in a Bucket (links to both are on the side.) Prior to having numerous health problems this year, I had a goal of getting published in one of the scrapbooking magazines I subscribe to. Although it hasn't happened yet for me, I am working had to try to achieve my goal before year end - and if all else fails, then I'm all the more closer to completing my scrap journal/book on surviving breast cancer. It is my hope to be able to share that scrapbook with everyone, and getting published is one way to get my story out there. So if you don't see posts from me as often as I would like, it's because I am hard at work scrappin' and trying to adjust to my new life as a kindergarten mom - as if I weren't already tired enough, running my daughter back and forth to school is even more tiring! But regardless, I hope to post my work and other little tidbits on here at least weekly.

Above is my latest creation. It took me most of the afternoon to complete as I have to take lots of breaks to prevent the pain in my arm from killing me. Hope you like it!

The journaling reads:
Shortly after finding out that I had Breast Cancer and that we would have to move to Las Vegas for chemotherapy, we debated about how we would tell Natalie about my condition.

Then one day she looked at me and said something about me being sick. I asked her why she said that; thinking in the back of my mind, Oh God she figured out what all the whispered conversations were of. She replied by saying I was sick because of that, pointing to the acne on my face. To which I laughed off telling her that acne does not mean that Mommy is sick, it just means that Mommy is stressed. But I told her that she was right, Mommy is sick and that is why we were going to Las Vegas, so grandma and the doctors can take care of Mommy and make her better. I told her that the doctor is going to give me medicine to make me better, but the medicine will also make my hair fall out. I told her just because my hair falls out, it doesn’t mean that I am going to die, and it doesn’t mean that I’m not still Mommy; it only means that I will be funny looking for a while. I told her that if she didn’t like me bald, then I could wear hats, wigs, or scarves – whatever made her happy, and if she still wasn’t happy with the way I looked that I would let her draw on my head with markers. And that made her so excited she couldn’t wait for my hair to fall out just so she could draw on my head with markers!


Cynthia said...

Awesome awesome pages! :)

K said...

I've often wanted to scrapbook my experience with cancer, chemo and the like, but I don't know where to start. I have no pictures of anything during that time period because I just shut down. I think you're brave and I think it's wonderful that you are documenting this for yourself and your family.