<?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-6974107887238829536</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:38:57.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Darla's Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1374470824121132070</id><published>2010-10-21T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:28:14.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TMJj17dS-iI/AAAAAAAAJUU/Zbbc5gDipd8/s1600/DSCN8360_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531093070509177378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TMJj17dS-iI/AAAAAAAAJUU/Zbbc5gDipd8/s400/DSCN8360_1808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TMJj1tyeTVI/AAAAAAAAJUM/KzsVXZo7Pqc/s1600/DSCN8356_1804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531093066839903570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TMJj1tyeTVI/AAAAAAAAJUM/KzsVXZo7Pqc/s400/DSCN8356_1804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;we all love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1374470824121132070?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1374470824121132070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1374470824121132070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1374470824121132070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1374470824121132070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='happy birthday mom.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TMJj17dS-iI/AAAAAAAAJUU/Zbbc5gDipd8/s72-c/DSCN8360_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2432212191576940299</id><published>2010-09-07T16:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:22:38.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan G. Koman 3-day</title><content type='html'>a picture of Mauri, Mom and Jenna at the 3 Day walk November of 2008.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TIa6xuUrmMI/AAAAAAAAJR8/1u1fXxxz5Lc/s1600/100_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514300157172881602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TIa6xuUrmMI/AAAAAAAAJR8/1u1fXxxz5Lc/s400/100_1976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, Jenna and Mauri are volunteering as crew members for the Susan G. Koman 3 day. We are excited to help out from a volunteer perspective instead of walking. As a crew member we don't have the fundraising requirement that the walkers do, however we still want to be able to raise all the money that we can for this great organization. An organization that helps with research and support for those women (and men) that are fighting the same battle we fought with our mom. We are volunteering in memory of her. We are volunteering in hopes that our effort and the money we raise will bring awareness as well as hope for those who have breast cancer now or for those who will be diagnosed with it in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for your continued love and support with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can donate by clicking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/2010/ArizonaEvent2010?px=1704894&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1460"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/2010/ArizonaEvent2010?px=1588245&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1460"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mauri and Jenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2432212191576940299?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2432212191576940299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2432212191576940299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2432212191576940299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2432212191576940299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/susan-g-koman-3-day.html' title='Susan G. Koman 3-day'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/TIa6xuUrmMI/AAAAAAAAJR8/1u1fXxxz5Lc/s72-c/100_1976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-3052898394831264425</id><published>2010-04-29T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:12:03.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/S9m8pNVUKAI/AAAAAAAAI68/eu5-QQ-z_mw/s1600/DSCN4888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465607038930528258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/S9m8pNVUKAI/AAAAAAAAI68/eu5-QQ-z_mw/s400/DSCN4888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;taken a year ago today. wesley's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;we miss you mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-3052898394831264425?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3052898394831264425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=3052898394831264425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3052898394831264425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3052898394831264425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture.html' title='a picture.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/S9m8pNVUKAI/AAAAAAAAI68/eu5-QQ-z_mw/s72-c/DSCN4888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-7997606174400794940</id><published>2009-11-12T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:53:32.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we walk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SvxnrHpmcUI/AAAAAAAAIX8/QwmLvEKBnjw/s1600-h/mom%27s+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403307643423322434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SvxnrHpmcUI/AAAAAAAAIX8/QwmLvEKBnjw/s400/mom%27s+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-7997606174400794940?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7997606174400794940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=7997606174400794940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7997606174400794940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7997606174400794940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-walk.html' title='we walk.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SvxnrHpmcUI/AAAAAAAAIX8/QwmLvEKBnjw/s72-c/mom%27s+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-5797915291665268759</id><published>2009-11-06T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:16:13.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;the 3-day Susan G. Koman walk is quickly approaching (one week from right now Jenna and I will be walking!) and I know some of you might be interested in this information. those of you who are in arizona. There are designated cheering stations, a long with the approximate time walkers will be coming through. I also included the information on the closing ceremonies...which really are quite the experience. &lt;a target="_blank" name="cheering"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering Stations&lt;br /&gt;Please discourage your family and friends from driving along the route, as it can create a safety hazard. The following Cheering Stations are safe, recommended places for your supporters to cheer you on along the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, November 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am - 12:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Target Complex&lt;br /&gt;2150 N. Arizona Ave.Chandler, AZ 85225&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 am - 4:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Pueblo Grande Complex&lt;br /&gt;1825 E. Guadalupe Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Tempe, AZ 85283&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, November 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 am - 11:00 am&lt;br /&gt;JoAnn, Etc. 5021 E Ray Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, AZ 85044&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am - 3:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Kyrene de las Lomas&lt;br /&gt;11820 S. Warner Loop&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix, AZ 85044&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, November 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:15 am - 10:45 am&lt;br /&gt;Mill Ave.between 7th Street and 3rd street&lt;br /&gt;Tempe, AZ 85282&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15 am - 1:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Papago Plaza 1557 N. Scottsdale Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Scottsdale, AZ 85257&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" name="closing"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Closing Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, November 15&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Scottsdale Stadium&lt;br /&gt;7408 E Osborn Rd&lt;br /&gt;Scottsdale, AZ 85251&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you all to know how thankful i am for the love and support you showed to my mom through out your time knowing her. i hope we can continue to show that same support for others who are battling breast cancer just as we did. there is still the possibility to make a donation if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure3.convio.net/npt/site/Donation2?1580.donation=form1&amp;amp;idb=2122384831&amp;amp;df_id=1580&amp;amp;FR_ID=1290&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=1588245&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr003=bmpewhotv1.app320b" target="_blank"&gt;https://secure3.convio.net/npt/site/Donation2?1580.donation=form1&amp;amp;idb=2122384831&amp;amp;df_id=1580&amp;amp;FR_ID=1290&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=1588245&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;amp;JServSessionIdr003=bmpewhotv1.app320b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just click on that link to do so.&lt;br /&gt;thank you again for everything. really.&lt;br /&gt;hugs to you all.&lt;br /&gt;mauri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-5797915291665268759?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5797915291665268759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=5797915291665268759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5797915291665268759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5797915291665268759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-356180914810400719</id><published>2009-10-21T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:00:06.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Stzpw3iuIvI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/kdV3Pwt52aM/s1600-h/mom%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394443479435584242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Stzpw3iuIvI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/kdV3Pwt52aM/s400/mom%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-356180914810400719?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/356180914810400719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=356180914810400719' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/356180914810400719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/356180914810400719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='happy birthday mom.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Stzpw3iuIvI/AAAAAAAAIVQ/kdV3Pwt52aM/s72-c/mom%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1093142448206553447</id><published>2009-10-08T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:40:31.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lets walk in her honor.</title><content type='html'>I was just made aware of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; Cancer Society walk "to make strides against breast cancer". it is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; in Salt Lake City, with registration starting at 8 and the walk begins at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... so on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;...lets go on a walk in her honor. mom's spirit will always be with us as well as the need to work towards a cure for breast cancer. i have started "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Darla's&lt;/span&gt; team" for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; Cancer Society's making strides against breast cancer. we would like to invite all who are interested to walk with us S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aturday&lt;/span&gt; morning, in honor of mom, who fought a strong fight against breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY10GreatWest/1210147408?pg=team&amp;amp;fr_id=19868&amp;amp;team_id=568799"&gt;you can click here if you want to register to join &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Darla's&lt;/span&gt; team.&lt;/a&gt; and find out information about the event.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to show your support but are unable to walk you can also &lt;a href="https://secure3.convio.net/tacs/site/Donation2?idb=1210616444&amp;amp;df_id=1007345&amp;amp;FR_ID=19868&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=568799&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=22&amp;amp;1007345.donation=form1"&gt;donate to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Darla's&lt;/span&gt; team here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to thank you all for all of the love and support and prayers that have been on behalf of mom, and our whole family. you will never know what that all has meant for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1093142448206553447?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1093142448206553447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1093142448206553447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1093142448206553447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1093142448206553447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-walk-in-her-honor.html' title='lets walk in her honor.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-4593435677306010153</id><published>2009-10-07T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:49:15.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom is at Peace</title><content type='html'>Mom passed away peacefully at her home surrounded by family on Tuesday, October 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 4:45 pm.  Although she will be missed it is such a blessing for her to not be in any more pain.  Her last few days were a struggle for us all but the feeling of peace we all felt when her spirit was able to be free of her body and return to the loving arms of her Heavenly Father is one we will all hold close to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO thankful to all of you who provided us with so much support these past few weeks.  And we are so thankful for the friendship and love you have show mom throughout her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral and viewing have been planed and we would like to pass the information on to those of you who will be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a viewing held at the Walker Sanderson Funeral Home on Thursday, October 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; from 6 to 8 pm. The address for the funeral home is 646 E 800 N, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will also be a viewing prior to the funeral service from 8:30 to 9:30 am at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Edgemont&lt;/span&gt; Stake Center, 3700 N 300 W, Provo.  The funeral will then begin at 10:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ask that in lieu of flowers to please donate to the Susan G. Koman Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again...for all of your love, support and prayer.  It has been felt by us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-4593435677306010153?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4593435677306010153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=4593435677306010153' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/4593435677306010153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/4593435677306010153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom-is-at-peace.html' title='Mom is at Peace'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-6215072920825822516</id><published>2009-10-03T10:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:42:54.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>strength.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388423622784200274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGvF9gLlI/AAAAAAAAIUo/kZWJKNdp1JI/s400/DSCN7550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has the strength of a rock, and this week she continued to show that strength as we were able to visit Mt. Rushmore with her.  Daniel had asked what was something she would want to do while she still had the strength and she said she had always wanted to go to Mt Rushmore, so the airlines tickets were bought and we were on our way. We were able to see Mt Rushmore as well as Crazy Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseHW27-q-I/AAAAAAAAIU4/zy50bBQVRi8/s1600-h/DSCN7546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424305946045410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseHW27-q-I/AAAAAAAAIU4/zy50bBQVRi8/s400/DSCN7546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388423584746276338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGs4QjhfI/AAAAAAAAIUI/lqJE9eh_7ys/s400/DSCN7591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Those whose faces are on that mountain became who they were and accomplished all they did in part because of the trials in their lives, those who worked on the mountain accomplished this great monument with trials of their own... and my mom is the woman she is and has helped shape us all into who we are because of the trials she has been chosen to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGur4WCwI/AAAAAAAAIUg/374mwTFNFUY/s1600-h/DSCN7560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388423615783242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGur4WCwI/AAAAAAAAIUg/374mwTFNFUY/s400/DSCN7560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just as in this picture above we must always be connected to Christ and the Gospel with ropes and harnesses and continue to face our life...slowing working through the trials until we can look on our lives and see the masterpiece that has been created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGuHSmJHI/AAAAAAAAIUY/ZilDyl-8ym4/s1600-h/DSCN7573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388423605961237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGuHSmJHI/AAAAAAAAIUY/ZilDyl-8ym4/s400/DSCN7573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many men and women have made sacrifices to make this country to what it is today just as Mom has made so many sacrifices to make our family what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will always be thankful for her and what she has taught us, for her strength for her love and for the rock of her testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388424296941845490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseHWVZNe_I/AAAAAAAAIUw/Yin9HK-oVxM/s400/DSCN7547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388423598191499874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGtqWJWmI/AAAAAAAAIUQ/3BReyfT9mRI/s400/DSCN7565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were able to take the trip just in time for the weather in South Dakota to turn as well as the way mom was feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is consistently but somewhat reluctantly taking her pain medicine.  She is awake a lot less and we hold on to the moments she is awake with all we have.  Although she, herself, is not up for visitors or calls we are conveying all of your love, thoughts and well wishes to Mom and they all mean so much to her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As her daughter I just want you all to know how much we, as her children, also appreciate all of your love and support for our mom.  Thank you for the emails, cards, flowers, comments on the blog and facebook, calls, comfort food and visits.  It al means SO much.  thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-6215072920825822516?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6215072920825822516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=6215072920825822516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6215072920825822516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6215072920825822516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/strength.html' title='strength.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SseGvF9gLlI/AAAAAAAAIUo/kZWJKNdp1JI/s72-c/DSCN7550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-5209976715870696367</id><published>2009-09-28T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:54:25.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rise and shout the cougars are out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yea Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we are SO proud of our mom, who has run up and down the field multiple times to earn her degree. that's right...she did it! and we couldn't be more proud. not only did she earn her degree, but she was also the valedictorian of her class! today we were able to attend a graduation ceremony held in mom's honor. there were tears shed but lots more smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(by the way, doesn't she look GREAT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SsGPSbbSO_I/AAAAAAAAITw/BfiletWk0TM/s1600-h/the+graduate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386744176074439666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SsGPSbbSO_I/AAAAAAAAITw/BfiletWk0TM/s400/the+graduate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vice President of Academics, John Tanner was there presiding over the ceremony. We were able to here wonderful messages from not only him, but also Gary Cornia Dean of The Marriott School of Business and a wonderful woman representing the Continuing Education Program (her name has slipped my mind...it's been a long day). it was an amazing ceremony, for an amazing woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SsGPRuudTMI/AAAAAAAAITo/rbIDTZvOhlw/s1600-h/DSCN7483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386744164075261122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SsGPRuudTMI/AAAAAAAAITo/rbIDTZvOhlw/s400/DSCN7483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there were so many there to support and cheer for her on this big day. thank you all for your love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386744596297879890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SsGPq44XEVI/AAAAAAAAIUA/r7i44fGv6FE/s400/DSCN7500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now off to mt. rushmore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-5209976715870696367?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5209976715870696367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=5209976715870696367' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5209976715870696367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5209976715870696367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/rise-and-shout-cougars-are-out.html' title='rise and shout the cougars are out!'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SsGPSbbSO_I/AAAAAAAAITw/BfiletWk0TM/s72-c/the+graduate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-8244021519765967975</id><published>2009-09-27T22:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:44:32.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To floss, or not to floss: that is the question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SsBbQr8opnI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ae5eb5hKkmE/s1600-h/634px-Dental_floss_%28whole%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SsBbQr8opnI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ae5eb5hKkmE/s320/634px-Dental_floss_%28whole%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386405496568194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello family and friends.  This is Dan (Darla's son) hopping on my mom's blog at her request to provide an update on how she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post is "To floss, or not to floss: that is the question."  The point of this title is not to improve the dental hygiene of the reader, but rather, my hope is to help us all to consider what is really important in our lives and to do more to pay attention to those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Mom said to me something along the lines of, "You know, I guess I don't have to floss any more."  Fortunately though, we both agreed that brushing would still be a good idea  since many friends and family members would be coming to visit in the upcoming days.  In that sentence, Mom was doing more than throwing caution to the wind in regards to her war against cavities, she was making a profound observation: It is important to evaluate our lives on occasion and make sure that the less important things in life are being set aside to allow room for that which matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not suggesting that we all stop flossing (in fact, I'll be the first to admit, I could definitely do a better job cultivating that habit).  Rather, I propose that we think about what we would do differently if we knew that we only had one month to live.  How would we treat those we love if we knew that this might be the last time they see us?  Would we be more kind to those we meet?  Would we be less afraid to say things we've always wanted to say?  Would we be more willing to share the gospel with those who are close to us?  Would we take time to enjoy a sunset, a sunrise, or a sweet smelling flower?  Would we chew a little slower to savor our food?  Would we spend more time on our knees expressing gratitude for the simple things in life that make living so wonderful?  Would we be more willing to use that dollar in our pocket to bless the life of someone in need?  Would we sing our favorite songs uncomfortably loud even if we couldn't carry a tune with a wheelbarrow?  Would we be less quick to anger and faster to forgive?  Would we hold grudges, or would we mend wounds caused by an unnecessary cross word or an unkind deed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, we will all have one month left to live, however, most of us won't be told when that month will be.  For Mom, she was informed last week that she likely has at most one month to live.  A blood test revealed that her liver function has decreased dramatically and she is now showing signs of advanced liver failure.  The doctor told us that Mom will likely have one to two weeks where she will be able to enjoy a somewhat normal quality of life before things begin to get worse.  Needless to say, it has been a difficult few days for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you may not be able to see Mom or spend much time with her during these next few weeks.  Because of that, I want to let you know how wonderfully well Mom is handling this difficult situation.  As you all know, Mom is an incredibly positive woman.  That quality has only been amplified during the past few months.  Not once have I heard "Why me?"  Not once has she complained about her situation.  If you really make her tell the truth, she might let you in on the fact that her stomach hurts, but she will quickly change the subject to something more fun.  She is not concerned about her situation, but worries more about her family and friends she is leaving behind.  She has been an example of strength and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom and will miss you more than you'll ever know.  You have taught me so much throughout my life and those lessons will be passed on to my children and all those I have the opportunity to teach.  At this time, however, I am especially grateful for what you have taught me during the past couple of weeks about making room for that which is most important.  Although more than 29 years have passed since I was born, no one month has made more of an impact on my life than this past month.  Your example of courage, optimism, and happiness have been etched in my mind forever and I am a better man for having spent this time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that we all can treat each month as if it were our last and with the same positive attitude with which Mom has treated this month.   As we do so, let us all try to recognize when it's time to throw out life's unnecessary "dental floss" and, instead, spend more time enjoying more of life's important "sweet treats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-8244021519765967975?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8244021519765967975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=8244021519765967975' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8244021519765967975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8244021519765967975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-floss-or-not-to-floss-that-is.html' title='To floss, or not to floss: that is the question.'/><author><name>Dan Colton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SsBbQr8opnI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ae5eb5hKkmE/s72-c/634px-Dental_floss_%28whole%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-851207203759605813</id><published>2009-09-11T23:39:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:47:30.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>I have hundreds of the best friends a girl could ask for. You know I could name each one of you personally and go on and on about how grateful I am to have you in my life. Picture me standing in front of you right now looking into your eyes, talking and laughing with you about fond memories we had together. Let's reminisce, you remember all the great times we had together, you remember parties, camp outs, working the concession stands, teaching together, tutoring me, running marathons, hiking, diets, vacations, putting our houses up for sale, kayaking, sharing missionary experiences, DUP, being your teacher (when you were actually teaching me), Eagle projects, sharing baby sitting, watching palm trees grow, Office Peep, bike rides, throwing up while deep sea fishing, crying over family problems, shopping, feeding the thousands, the Four D's, burnt bridesmaid dresses, cutting class and going to the beach, business partners, dancing, watching our sons play high school basketball, girls night out, surprise birthday parties, road trips, being my cancer supporter, swimming with the sharks, late night chats on facebook, sharing in the excitement of marriages and babies, embarrassing moments, long lunches at the Cougar Eat, stays at my house, and long long talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got together with four wives of our law school group. Our husbands all went to law school together, so these friends go back 30 years. There were six couples but one wife wasn't able to make it to our luncheon. What wonderful and dear friends they are. I will cherish their friendship always. Thank you for a fun afternoon girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sqs3_CpMmzI/AAAAAAAABdw/QoPBtUKbDLQ/s1600-h/dirty+dozen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sqs3_CpMmzI/AAAAAAAABdw/QoPBtUKbDLQ/s400/dirty+dozen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380455736005139250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the latest treatment goes, the doctor gave me more options. He also informed me about how toxic they are. I've decided and my kids agree they would like to see me full of energy for awhile. My concern is if I start a new chemotherapy treatment I will lose my energy and appetite again, which isn't conducive to my life style. I have several alternative treatments I have researched and for now I will attempt those. I will continue to go in to the doctor each month and get testing done, especially to see how my liver is doing and to see where the cancer count is. Thank you again for all your love and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-851207203759605813?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/851207203759605813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=851207203759605813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/851207203759605813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/851207203759605813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-reminiscing.html' title='Start Reminiscing'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sqs3_CpMmzI/AAAAAAAABdw/QoPBtUKbDLQ/s72-c/dirty+dozen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2875915970847551206</id><published>2009-09-07T23:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:58:42.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got a Friend In Me</title><content type='html'>Tonight one of my dearest friends sent me this picture of her son Billy.  He wanted me to know, 'you've got a friend in me.'  Thank you for joining Darla's team my sweet Billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SqXx8Mct2II/AAAAAAAABdg/14zuo-phpp0/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SqXx8Mct2II/AAAAAAAABdg/14zuo-phpp0/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378971346400041090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2875915970847551206?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2875915970847551206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2875915970847551206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2875915970847551206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2875915970847551206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/youve-got-friend-in-me.html' title='You&apos;ve Got a Friend In Me'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SqXx8Mct2II/AAAAAAAABdg/14zuo-phpp0/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-3377365253550594074</id><published>2009-08-29T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:19:15.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Have Too Many Friends</title><content type='html'>I did meet with the doctor on Friday but I didn't have any chemotherapy.  After getting more blood testing done he said the latest chemotherapy isn't working and he would like to try something else next week.  As you can see from the most recent cancer count it has gone up (up, up, up).  We asked the doctor about a liver transplant and he said that wouldn't be possible because of the 2 - 3 month recovery time after surgery, no chemotherapy would be able to be given during that time and it might cause the cancer which is in other parts of my body to continue to spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since several of you have commented on Daniel coming to town I realize I didn't clarify that very well, they won't be living with me, they will be finding their own place.  How grateful I am to have them around for the next few months.  He starts his job with the Air Force in January and not knowing yet where he'll be stationed it will be nice to have them close for awhile, since he may be stationed far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of several of you commenting, I need to tell you how much I appreciate all of you.  All of your emails and comments have meant a lot to me.  I'm sorry I don't reply very well but I appreciate your kind words.  I have always thought a person can never have too many friends.  Each of you have brought so much joy into my life.  My life would not have been the same without having you in it.  You have each treated me like I was your favorite, thank you for showing so much love and kindness to me.  I remember having a luncheon once and my husband asked me who was coming, I said, "All my friends."  He said, "Darla, there isn't a room big enough to hold all your friends."  How blessed I have been to have such wonderful friendships.  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-3377365253550594074?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3377365253550594074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=3377365253550594074' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3377365253550594074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3377365253550594074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-cant-have-too-many-friends.html' title='You Can&apos;t Have Too Many Friends'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1294945289754471598</id><published>2009-08-27T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:25:03.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hope and A Prayer</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'll get another update on the cancer count.  I'm just hoping this new treatment is working and the count has gone down.  My last treatment was two weeks ago and my energy and appetite have returned somewhat.  A little trepidation in the fact that if the doctor thinks this treatment is working he'll give me another treatment tomorrow and I'll start the lack of energy and lack of appetite routine all over again.  But if it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a CT Scan a week ago Tuesday revealing the cancer is now in 50% of my liver.  It's not concentrated in one spot which would probably make it easy to remove that portion, but it's scattered all throughout the liver.  Also last Tuesday my son Daniel, daughter Jenna (and her son), and my mom came to town. It's always nice to have family support at the doctor's office when the doctor talks about the results of the CT Scan and the updated prognosis.   He knows me pretty well and appreciates my attitude and zest for life, but if you pin him down he'll give the worst case scenario, that is if we can't find the right treatment, I have 2 - 3 months.  His best case scenario is 2 - 3 years.  As for me, I'm going with the 20 - 30 year plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get a port, I am tired of being a human pin cushion.  I just want to be better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is my son Daniel, my daughter-in-law Holly, and their kids will be moving to Utah for 3 - 4 months.  It will be great having them around along with my daughter Mauri and her family who already lives here.  And how fortunate for Daniel to have found a job for those few months as well.  Somebody's living right.  Of course, that cougar fan will be getting here just in time for football season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dancing and enjoying it. We'll be dancing at Tuacahn in October, along with several basketball games this season, one being the New Jersey Nets.  I'm just hoping the Nets game doesn't conflict with graduation, which are both in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1294945289754471598?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1294945289754471598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1294945289754471598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1294945289754471598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1294945289754471598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope-and-prayer.html' title='A Hope and A Prayer'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1029260737462181316</id><published>2009-08-15T03:22:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:58:01.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Recommended</title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks since I started my new chemotherapy. Not the best two weeks of my life and I certainly wouldn't suggest it as your next weight loss plan. Let's see, how am I feeling? Absolutely NO energy, definitely NO appetite, and when I do eat... I lose it, plus a constant pain in my liver. I received my third dose of Gemcitabine (the new chemotherapy treatment) yesterday, they cut back on the dosage because my liver is being negatively effected, as for now they aren't sure if it's the Gemcitabine that is causing a negative effect or if it's because the tumors in the liver are growing. I'll schedule another CT scan in a week or two and that will show more. But for now that's my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauri, her kids, and I made a quick trip to Arizona to visit my daughter Jenna and surprise her for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCTbmXasI/AAAAAAAABc4/yg9NodeFW1Y/s1600-h/100_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCTbmXasI/AAAAAAAABc4/yg9NodeFW1Y/s400/100_2369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370122876023696066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun trip and the kids had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCTyZxbDI/AAAAAAAABdA/Vr7jSYsVU1M/s1600-h/100_2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCTyZxbDI/AAAAAAAABdA/Vr7jSYsVU1M/s400/100_2371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370122882144889906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCUQLhMSI/AAAAAAAABdI/uLaPaTdcMTs/s1600-h/100_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCUQLhMSI/AAAAAAAABdI/uLaPaTdcMTs/s400/100_2389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370122890138169634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Abbie home with us for about a week so Jenna could focus on the ice plant with one less stress factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaFVa-vQgI/AAAAAAAABdY/ObQ-GFG7c7Y/s1600-h/100_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaFVa-vQgI/AAAAAAAABdY/ObQ-GFG7c7Y/s400/100_2375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370126208752108034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Jenna and the hard work she and Jared are doing with the ice plant. They are extremely hard workers and selling ice in Arizona in the summer is a 24 hour a day job. They are an example to us all.  I sure love my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1029260737462181316?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1029260737462181316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1029260737462181316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1029260737462181316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1029260737462181316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-two-weeks-since-i-started-my.html' title='Not Recommended'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SoaCTbmXasI/AAAAAAAABc4/yg9NodeFW1Y/s72-c/100_2369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-6877467438151857638</id><published>2009-07-30T09:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:55:29.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Napping In The ER</title><content type='html'>Just a small update... Tuesday I woke up with pain in my neck, shoulder, and back area. I thought I probably just slept on it wrong and asked Mauri to rub it and I was sure that would help. Mauri being the doting daughter that she is said, "no way am I touching you, I'm taking you to the emergency room." In to the ER we went as the pain continued to get worse and worse. Apparently the tumors in my liver which are continuing to grow were causing pressure on my diaphragm which in turn causes pain in my shoulder. Go figure! Thank goodness for that wonderful pain medicine dilaudid, I went right to sleep and didn't feel a thing. Fortunately Mauri and my dad were in the emergency room with me and were able to listen to and talk with the doctors. They also found more tumors on the back of my neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my seminary students would tell you, I have always tried to be fair, I never wanted to see one team beat the other team in a class contest. Ending the game in a tie was my ideal.  So I continue with the cancer in my body, why let one area have more tumors than another area?  Let's spread them around, no reason the back of my neck shouldn't have a tumor if the front of my neck already has one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will start the new chemotherapy, Gemcitabine, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side... my hair is starting to grow back!  I still wish it were more fashionable to be seen in public with a buzz cut.  Somebody didn't teach those men how to play that fair game, why can they go out in public with a shaved head and a woman can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family update: My wonderful son Daniel finished taking the Arizona Bar yesterday after two long days of tests and two long months of 24 hour a day studying and three years of law school.  Congratulations Daniel!  He'll get the results in October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-6877467438151857638?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6877467438151857638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=6877467438151857638' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6877467438151857638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6877467438151857638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/napping-in-er.html' title='Napping In The ER'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-51309621422984457</id><published>2009-07-27T10:18:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:48:38.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Retreat</title><content type='html'>I went to a fabulous cabin just outside of Zions with seven of my cousins and one aunt. We had an amazing time. Of course, mostly eating and laughing too much. We hiked the Narrows, played games, relaxed, and thoroughly enjoyed each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rnMZsONI/AAAAAAAABco/91UelxY2-4Q/s1600-h/Smilebox_124451768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rnMZsONI/AAAAAAAABco/91UelxY2-4Q/s400/Smilebox_124451768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363553633565423826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8qkTsBj9I/AAAAAAAABcY/K_Pn-xHEWJ4/s1600-h/Smilebox_124451782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8qkTsBj9I/AAAAAAAABcY/K_Pn-xHEWJ4/s400/Smilebox_124451782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552484470132690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rneMk7_I/AAAAAAAABcw/ifFt7bhzDhs/s1600-h/Smilebox_124451769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rneMk7_I/AAAAAAAABcw/ifFt7bhzDhs/s400/Smilebox_124451769.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363553638342258674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8qkSP3NRI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Of7vTyWQp5M/s1600-h/Smilebox_124451772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8qkSP3NRI/AAAAAAAABcQ/Of7vTyWQp5M/s400/Smilebox_124451772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552484083578130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8qj0kgGyI/AAAAAAAABcI/8vcIIhQy-SQ/s1600-h/Smilebox_124451765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8qj0kgGyI/AAAAAAAABcI/8vcIIhQy-SQ/s400/Smilebox_124451765.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552476117080866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm3WinSJw_I/AAAAAAAABcA/86Bq7KHc6sU/s1600-h/100_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm3WinSJw_I/AAAAAAAABcA/86Bq7KHc6sU/s400/100_2365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178621417145330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rAtIkjkI/AAAAAAAABcg/fjTXDyBtF38/s1600-h/Smilebox_124451787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rAtIkjkI/AAAAAAAABcg/fjTXDyBtF38/s400/Smilebox_124451787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363552972337090114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, one of my cousins, is a beautician so she did all of our hair. With me, she shaved on the back "U R O C K" the 'O' is the breast cancer ribbon symbol. Here she's marking it with a marker first before shaving it.  Notice my hair is starting to grow back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm3VHNm7HzI/AAAAAAAABbw/2H8gFKUrIXA/s1600-h/100_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm3VHNm7HzI/AAAAAAAABbw/2H8gFKUrIXA/s400/100_2367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363177051156848434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm3VHXH3JII/AAAAAAAABb4/W7_n75415Zs/s1600-h/100_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm3VHXH3JII/AAAAAAAABb4/W7_n75415Zs/s400/100_2368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363177053710918786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-51309621422984457?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/51309621422984457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=51309621422984457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/51309621422984457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/51309621422984457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-retreat.html' title='Girls Retreat'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sm8rnMZsONI/AAAAAAAABco/91UelxY2-4Q/s72-c/Smilebox_124451768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-7626111753437810422</id><published>2009-07-13T17:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:44:34.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Updates</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I sit at my computer and stare at the screen. What shall I say, what shall I write... do people really want to read about my health issues? Often people write or call me and ask, "How are you &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; feeling?" I do get the impression you are genuinely interested. Keep in mind I do feel terrific! As noted from the list to the left, the cancer count did go up slightly, however it has been about three weeks since my last treatment so I was expecting some increase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know the cancer is in my bones, kidneys, and liver. I got a CT scan on Wednesday, July 8 and found out that the lesions in my liver have grown. The doctor doesn't feel concerned that they have grown enough to require surgery to remove part of my liver. But he feels like the current chemotherapy treatment has run it's course and it's time to switch to something else. For those who follow the different treatments I have had, I started off with Fulvestrant (Faslodex), then Xeloda, then Abraxane, and next... we'll have to wait a few days before we see what the next one will be. He will talk to his colleagues about Gemcitabine. We'll see what his team thinks. I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now the grandchildren and I have parks to play in, books to read, cookies to bake, pools to swim in, and trees to climb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-7626111753437810422?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7626111753437810422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=7626111753437810422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7626111753437810422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7626111753437810422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-updates.html' title='Updates Updates'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-4632286169074532583</id><published>2009-07-11T17:52:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:58:03.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>I have had a busy three days.  Thursday, July 9 I had the kids, who could make it, over for Mauri's birthday celebration.  We went swimming first and then had a birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmvUxf6LI/AAAAAAAABZw/3ehW2ajb4Hg/s1600-h/100_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmvUxf6LI/AAAAAAAABZw/3ehW2ajb4Hg/s400/100_2337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355826205943986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkmu-V8QHI/AAAAAAAABZo/vc3aDoEtqec/s1600-h/100_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkmu-V8QHI/AAAAAAAABZo/vc3aDoEtqec/s400/100_2336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355820184780914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley didn't think he wanted to crawl on the hot cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmuSXH85I/AAAAAAAABZg/isCGfBbPQQ4/s1600-h/100_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmuSXH85I/AAAAAAAABZg/isCGfBbPQQ4/s400/100_2335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355808378581906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmuEVU-OI/AAAAAAAABZY/FLbe3wyVsmU/s1600-h/100_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmuEVU-OI/AAAAAAAABZY/FLbe3wyVsmU/s400/100_2334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355804612950242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn and Mauri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkmektn4FI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PaZ14OrhGj8/s1600-h/100_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkmektn4FI/AAAAAAAABZQ/PaZ14OrhGj8/s400/100_2333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355538426880082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmeKNmUJI/AAAAAAAABZI/i5OGKlRQlzU/s1600-h/100_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmeKNmUJI/AAAAAAAABZI/i5OGKlRQlzU/s400/100_2332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355531313238162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elli and Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkmdw4hSXI/AAAAAAAABZA/hIQWgx9wa-Q/s1600-h/100_2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkmdw4hSXI/AAAAAAAABZA/hIQWgx9wa-Q/s400/100_2330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355524513941874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elli, Wesley, and Katelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmdqnqnEI/AAAAAAAABY4/UgEYLFRdJ58/s1600-h/100_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmdqnqnEI/AAAAAAAABY4/UgEYLFRdJ58/s400/100_2329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355522832636994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie thought she'd rather sleep than swim too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmvxjdqGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/puWKaKrWhGc/s1600-h/100_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmvxjdqGI/AAAAAAAABZ4/puWKaKrWhGc/s400/100_2338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355833931704418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than on to the dinner and most importantly the birthday cake.  Mauri wanted an ice cream cake this year.  Cookie dough ice cream.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAURI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoH7ISh6I/AAAAAAAABaA/qlmMLIxdgVQ/s1600-h/100_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoH7ISh6I/AAAAAAAABaA/qlmMLIxdgVQ/s400/100_2339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357357348330571682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoId6QXJI/AAAAAAAABaI/_8fIdlZcbRM/s1600-h/100_2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoId6QXJI/AAAAAAAABaI/_8fIdlZcbRM/s400/100_2340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357357357666950290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoJKb5dsI/AAAAAAAABaY/DgzaMUN6u1U/s1600-h/100_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoJKb5dsI/AAAAAAAABaY/DgzaMUN6u1U/s400/100_2343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357357369619216066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoJWDcx-I/AAAAAAAABag/yEwKnXAvgRI/s1600-h/100_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkoJWDcx-I/AAAAAAAABag/yEwKnXAvgRI/s400/100_2344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357357372737898466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 10 I made a quick trip up to Rexburg, Idaho for the wedding and reception of one of my missionaries.  The Rexburg Temple was beautiful.  I had never been to that temple before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkuTimPovI/AAAAAAAABbY/9JIUxZ4_6LI/s1600-h/100_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkuTimPovI/AAAAAAAABbY/9JIUxZ4_6LI/s400/100_2346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357364144973521650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and Joanne England are now home after being the mission President in Boston and I was able to visit with them at the wedding.  They are pictured with the groom's father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkp1suxchI/AAAAAAAABaw/N3o5tqxwbfI/s1600-h/100_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkp1suxchI/AAAAAAAABaw/N3o5tqxwbfI/s400/100_2347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357359234251059730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkp1xdZfoI/AAAAAAAABa4/JEt-7znjpQk/s1600-h/100_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkp1xdZfoI/AAAAAAAABa4/JEt-7znjpQk/s400/100_2354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357359235520364162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Friday's fun festivities, I headed back home to help Mauri with her yard sale she had on Saturday, July 11.  She continues to raise money for the Susan G. Komen Research Foundation.  It was a successful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkrrznMgtI/AAAAAAAABbI/t16HZ8-0qys/s1600-h/100_2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkrrznMgtI/AAAAAAAABbI/t16HZ8-0qys/s400/100_2362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357361263322890962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkrqw4Br4I/AAAAAAAABbA/yYdRCsmO4B0/s1600-h/100_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Slkrqw4Br4I/AAAAAAAABbA/yYdRCsmO4B0/s400/100_2360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357361245408309122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we continue to sell our ever popular t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkrsMvjs0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/XwGFCBSWHKk/s1600-h/100_2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkrsMvjs0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/XwGFCBSWHKk/s400/100_2364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357361270068851522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-4632286169074532583?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4632286169074532583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=4632286169074532583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/4632286169074532583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/4632286169074532583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-summer-fun.html' title='More Summer Fun'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlkmvUxf6LI/AAAAAAAABZw/3ehW2ajb4Hg/s72-c/100_2337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-8556525442627401471</id><published>2009-07-07T22:36:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:04:09.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying The Summer</title><content type='html'>The day after Spring Term was over, off to Arizona I went.  Oh by the way, Spring Term I got all A's and one B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQi5qeiOkI/AAAAAAAABXY/QpY1wm4Dvw0/s1600-h/100_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQi5qeiOkI/AAAAAAAABXY/QpY1wm4Dvw0/s400/100_2267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944230900611650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Jenna and her family live in eastern Arizona and they were waiting for me to show up because the kids were anxious to roast marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQjL4ViM2I/AAAAAAAABXg/e60SyS0zChg/s1600-h/100_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQjL4ViM2I/AAAAAAAABXg/e60SyS0zChg/s400/100_2249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355944543858602850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQkQFeX2GI/AAAAAAAABXo/EpabNQDCGY4/s1600-h/100_2246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQkQFeX2GI/AAAAAAAABXo/EpabNQDCGY4/s400/100_2246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355945715616438370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my dad came to Jenna's for Father's Day.  He is our newest member of the shaven head support team.&lt;br /&gt;I was able to spend a couple weeks with two of my seven grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQk9tpnvFI/AAAAAAAABXw/I6FNYXC1Ufw/s1600-h/100_2300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQk9tpnvFI/AAAAAAAABXw/I6FNYXC1Ufw/s400/100_2300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946499495148626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQlNro5H4I/AAAAAAAABYA/FD0ZqErJTB4/s1600-h/100_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQlNro5H4I/AAAAAAAABYA/FD0ZqErJTB4/s400/100_2308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946773833129858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQlNVcXE7I/AAAAAAAABX4/ofguddhtiss/s1600-h/100_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQlNVcXE7I/AAAAAAAABX4/ofguddhtiss/s400/100_2303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355946767874986930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQmLzO7azI/AAAAAAAABYg/k5MjQGqdpk0/s1600-h/100_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQmLzO7azI/AAAAAAAABYg/k5MjQGqdpk0/s400/100_2320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947841023601458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQmLoCh9SI/AAAAAAAABYY/BsFUTmw4chg/s1600-h/100_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQmLoCh9SI/AAAAAAAABYY/BsFUTmw4chg/s400/100_2315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947838018811170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there I made a quick trip to see my good friends Rebecca and Harvey who live in Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQliK4AnlI/AAAAAAAABYI/SWgfuRdyT1Q/s1600-h/100_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQliK4AnlI/AAAAAAAABYI/SWgfuRdyT1Q/s400/100_2265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947125815418450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And attended the Albuquerque Temple.  Sorry I forgot to take a picture of Rebecca and Harvey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQltUHVBxI/AAAAAAAABYQ/4QiMkL4Ze0g/s1600-h/100_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQltUHVBxI/AAAAAAAABYQ/4QiMkL4Ze0g/s400/100_2263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947317274150674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran down to Phoenix for a quick trip for my middle grandchild's third birthday.  The birthday boy is in the middle of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQmmVChXeI/AAAAAAAABYo/ekmCX92_cHs/s1600-h/100_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQmmVChXeI/AAAAAAAABYo/ekmCX92_cHs/s400/100_2317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355948296774966754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back home again for more chemotherapy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQnAcBotXI/AAAAAAAABYw/zchTK_yGOhk/s1600-h/100_2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQnAcBotXI/AAAAAAAABYw/zchTK_yGOhk/s400/100_2328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355948745326900594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days I'll have an update on the cancer count.  I'm still feeling great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-8556525442627401471?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8556525442627401471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=8556525442627401471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8556525442627401471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8556525442627401471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoying-summer.html' title='Enjoying The Summer'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SlQi5qeiOkI/AAAAAAAABXY/QpY1wm4Dvw0/s72-c/100_2267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-7032959899592587904</id><published>2009-06-18T08:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:25:01.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>How can a seven week semester feel so long? One of the reasons I like the Spring and Summer terms is because they go by fast. Who can complain about being in class for seven weeks? Not this student! Besides the speed of it all I enjoy being on campus with relatively few students and ideal weather. I completed two Organizational Behavior classes this term and as much as I enjoyed them, I was completely overwhelmed by how much time they required. Although the best thing about simultaneously taking two classes in the same department is that the syllabi's overlapped each other and we were concurrently studying similar concepts (added bonus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the semester is over the great news is I only have one (well two) classes left before I graduate with my Bachelors. The situation is I have one Business Management class left, but after that, I take a quick (what they call) "capstone" class to finish up my program. Yes, I have already contacted the Business Department and put my name on the list of graduates for April, 2010. I could graduate in December of this year, but they don't walk in December and after all this effort... well... a girl needs to walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even better news... as you see from the cancer count to the left this current chemotherapy treatment seems to be working pretty well, although my poor arm looks like a junkies battle zone, the count has gone down immensely. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to all who purchased Mauri's t-shirts. She originally ordered 50 and within two weeks they were almost gone so she ordered another batch.  It's not too late to order yours, it goes to a worthy cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-7032959899592587904?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7032959899592587904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=7032959899592587904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7032959899592587904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7032959899592587904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-5832872848138787673</id><published>2009-06-15T16:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:55:45.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;/* Webfetti Layout Begins Here */  table, tr, td { border:0px; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sja1rqK1DXI/AAAAAAAABW8/4WPS1U8xTjs/s400/breast-cancer-ribbonjpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347661369207754098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my gal pals, just a reminder to get your mammogram if you haven't lately.  They say it's the people who are afraid to get mammograms who tend to have a higher rate of getting breast cancer.  THAT'S BECAUSE THEY DON'T GET THEM!  So pick up your phone right now and make your appointment.  And if you have family history of breast cancer than make sure you get your first mammogram 10 years before the age of when that family member was diagnosed with breast cancer.  Wouldn't hurt... well, okay, so it does hurt, but it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-9190822567901788019?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9190822567901788019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=9190822567901788019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/9190822567901788019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/9190822567901788019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/mammogram.html' title='Mammogram'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Sja1rqK1DXI/AAAAAAAABW8/4WPS1U8xTjs/s72-c/breast-cancer-ribbonjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-3930477131239974099</id><published>2009-06-02T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:04:52.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirts For Sale</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to let you know the shirts Mauri had made to raise money for the Susan G. Komen Foundation for Breast Cancer Research are available now.  Purchasing one (or two) goes to a worthy cause and would be greatly appreciated.  The price is $12.  Just let me know how many you want and what size and I'll get it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SiWT3JhUOFI/AAAAAAAABWs/mJHXblFG2-8/s1600-h/DSCN5666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SiWT3JhUOFI/AAAAAAAABWs/mJHXblFG2-8/s400/DSCN5666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342839108602706002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have a hard time reading it, this is the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SiWSOpnvWoI/AAAAAAAABWk/wl4eMnD0Mng/s1600-h/screen+for+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SiWSOpnvWoI/AAAAAAAABWk/wl4eMnD0Mng/s400/screen+for+shirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342837313333320322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-3930477131239974099?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3930477131239974099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=3930477131239974099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3930477131239974099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3930477131239974099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/06/shirts-for-sale.html' title='Shirts For Sale'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SiWT3JhUOFI/AAAAAAAABWs/mJHXblFG2-8/s72-c/DSCN5666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2339171858112297023</id><published>2009-05-25T07:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:43:27.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Hole</title><content type='html'>The Golden Girls and I went to Jackson Hole over Memorial Day weekend to perform in the Wild West Days parade. This is the first time performing with the Golden Girls since the new group joined the regular Golden Girls in January. Mauri and her kids came with me and we all had a wonderful time. The weather was perfect, the kids had fun watching a wild west shoot out, and we followed cowboys and cows herding down the road as we traveled toward Jackson. The whole trip couldn't have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Shqr-5RHw4I/AAAAAAAABWU/q5zVWdz4EW0/s1600-h/DSCN5264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Shqr-5RHw4I/AAAAAAAABWU/q5zVWdz4EW0/s400/DSCN5264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339769405214016386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Girls consists of women ages 50-92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Shqr-1UEEhI/AAAAAAAABWM/EwatSYvz1XE/s1600-h/DSCN5266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Shqr-1UEEhI/AAAAAAAABWM/EwatSYvz1XE/s400/DSCN5266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339769404152615442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our performance the Golden Girls danced in the street with the audience. Here is a picture of my cousin Daneen and me dancing with two of my grand kids, Elli and Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShqsOeOfncI/AAAAAAAABWc/aV698MXbKNk/s1600-h/DSCN5281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShqsOeOfncI/AAAAAAAABWc/aV698MXbKNk/s400/DSCN5281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339769672833146306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2339171858112297023?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2339171858112297023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2339171858112297023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2339171858112297023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2339171858112297023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/jackson-hole.html' title='Jackson Hole'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/Shqr-5RHw4I/AAAAAAAABWU/q5zVWdz4EW0/s72-c/DSCN5264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-406060038561541507</id><published>2009-05-19T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:45:39.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the newest member of darla's team.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/ShNEj2kkc_I/AAAAAAAAG3s/-lXK-qv60rY/s1600-h/DSCN5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337685366099178482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/ShNEj2kkc_I/AAAAAAAAG3s/-lXK-qv60rY/s400/DSCN5104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-406060038561541507?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/406060038561541507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=406060038561541507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/406060038561541507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/406060038561541507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/newest-member-of-darlas-team.html' title='the newest member of darla&apos;s team.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/ShNEj2kkc_I/AAAAAAAAG3s/-lXK-qv60rY/s72-c/DSCN5104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-6578674318658062903</id><published>2009-05-17T07:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:00:24.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>I made a quick trip to Phoenix over the weekend to join in the celebration of my son graduating from ASU Law School.  He received the Dean's Award and this mother couldn't be any prouder.  After a much needed rest, he'll start studying for the Arizona Bar the beginning of June.  In January he will begin his officer training for the US Air Force JAG Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS Daniel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYujAC1I/AAAAAAAABWE/ZK6ldx4DrrE/s1600-h/100_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYujAC1I/AAAAAAAABWE/ZK6ldx4DrrE/s400/100_2237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792371524799314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYWxu0HI/AAAAAAAABV8/B3FrIPdRHiw/s1600-h/Dan%27s+Graduation"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYWxu0HI/AAAAAAAABV8/B3FrIPdRHiw/s400/Dan%27s+Graduation" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792365144133746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYEZRhXI/AAAAAAAABV0/Ob1r6kC2OV0/s1600-h/AFJAG_Seal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYEZRhXI/AAAAAAAABV0/Ob1r6kC2OV0/s400/AFJAG_Seal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792360209712498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-6578674318658062903?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6578674318658062903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=6578674318658062903' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6578674318658062903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6578674318658062903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/ShAYYujAC1I/AAAAAAAABWE/ZK6ldx4DrrE/s72-c/100_2237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-9083374387050004362</id><published>2009-05-12T21:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:12:38.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>breast cancer awareness shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sgo6WW5oH6I/AAAAAAAAG08/lJaKlmkbLGw/s1600-h/save+them+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335140864352591778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sgo6WW5oH6I/AAAAAAAAG08/lJaKlmkbLGw/s400/save+them+all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sgo44x9SZsI/AAAAAAAAG00/QL9aU-hwK_4/s1600-h/save+them+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the 'final' image for the tshirts. they will be printed on pink shirts. the cost will be $10 or $12. remember...the proceeds go to the susan g. koman foundation and towards a cure for breast cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;here's where you need to speak up&lt;/span&gt;. let me know how many you want and what sizes. also if you would prefer more of a fitted style tshirt or a traditional style (which would fit a bit looser). I'm hoping both styles of shirt may be an option.&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for your support.&lt;br /&gt;mauri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-9083374387050004362?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9083374387050004362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=9083374387050004362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/9083374387050004362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/9083374387050004362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/breast-cancer-awareness-shirts.html' title='breast cancer awareness shirts'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sgo6WW5oH6I/AAAAAAAAG08/lJaKlmkbLGw/s72-c/save+them+all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-5856574897677114856</id><published>2009-04-27T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:01:40.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry On</title><content type='html'>I just spent a week in Phoenix and St. Johns with my kids and grandkids. They had swimming lessons and have become quite the little fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home now because school starts tomorrow. I'll be taking two Organizational Behavior classes this term.  Should be lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good and continue to carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-5856574897677114856?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5856574897677114856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=5856574897677114856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5856574897677114856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5856574897677114856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/carry-on.html' title='Carry On'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-3666826905775151089</id><published>2009-04-15T05:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:11:54.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Supporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SeXA4xmvw3I/AAAAAAAABVU/Xy6k32M1oJ8/s1600-h/tn-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SeXA4xmvw3I/AAAAAAAABVU/Xy6k32M1oJ8/s400/tn-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324874216056537970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Jared joined the Colton Cue Ball Clan. Thank you very much for your support Jared. I'm not sure if, now I know how you feel when you shave your head or now you know how I'm feeling with a bald head. At least I know we're all there for each other. Thank you for your support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-3666826905775151089?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3666826905775151089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=3666826905775151089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3666826905775151089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3666826905775151089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-supporter_15.html' title='Another Supporter'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SeXA4xmvw3I/AAAAAAAABVU/Xy6k32M1oJ8/s72-c/tn-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-8015055197691787990</id><published>2009-04-09T00:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:53:22.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs It Anyway?</title><content type='html'>It's been one month since I have started my third (and newest) chemotherapy treatment.  I feel really good and have experienced no side effects EXCEPT for the grand daddy of all side effects... the infamous hair loss.  Yep!  I look as cute as a cue ball.  I'm saving you all the agony of looking at a picture of that beautiful shot.  Suffice it to say it saves me a lot of getting ready time in the morning when all I have to do is throw on a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my weekly visit with the doctor yesterday to receive my treatment, however, no treatment for me because my white blood cell count was low.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One nice thing about having cancer is, there are several organizations around the city and state who make hats, quilts, scarves, etc and donate them to the cancer center, just for the taking.  I've picked up my share of cute items and thanks to all those generous organizations for all their hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-8015055197691787990?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8015055197691787990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=8015055197691787990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8015055197691787990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8015055197691787990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-needs-it-anyway.html' title='Who Needs It Anyway?'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1867063341555082990</id><published>2009-03-26T10:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:47:57.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair Hurts</title><content type='html'>I just had my third treatment of the new chemotherapy yesterday.  So far so good.  The only side effect I have encountered is the top of my head feels sensitive.  It feels like my hair hurts but I know that's not possible.  It just hurts my scalp whenever my hair moves.  Weird sensation...  Watch out for the windy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No treatment next Wednesday because the doctor wants my immune system to build back up.  They told me not to be around anyone who is sick.  Which seemed a little strange when I went straight to the Pharmacy to fill my prescription and I'm sitting in the waiting area with people all around me coughing and sneezing.  Where's my bubble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue my dance classes every Thursday evening.  I'm looking forward to it tonight, last week we didn't have class because the group was in L.A. performing for the L.A. Clippers halftime.  One gal pal calls me a "cheerleader".  I call it "fun"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of your donations in my behalf for the cancer walk that I'll be doing this November.  I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1867063341555082990?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1867063341555082990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1867063341555082990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1867063341555082990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1867063341555082990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-hair-hurts.html' title='My Hair Hurts'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-3473650538001181824</id><published>2009-03-09T20:20:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:51:21.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In Phoenix</title><content type='html'>Having just spent the past week in Phoenix I have to say we couldn't have had more fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way we stopped to see my nephew's new baby.  Justin and Heather recently added baby Hudson to the family.  He couldn't be more handsome... looks like his dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXZszX92WI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ce9oC9_Hhgo/s1600-h/DSCN2563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXZszX92WI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ce9oC9_Hhgo/s400/DSCN2563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311390699281570146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving in Phoenix the first celebration was the blessing of our seventh grandbaby, Maggie.  She looked absolutely beautiful and as always it was fun to have all seven grandchildren together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXRxE0oqoI/AAAAAAAABTE/zcdormO4wfA/s1600-h/Maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXRxE0oqoI/AAAAAAAABTE/zcdormO4wfA/s400/Maggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381976591673986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXjoom7DDI/AAAAAAAABVE/6vN88rjaMnU/s1600-h/100_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXjoom7DDI/AAAAAAAABVE/6vN88rjaMnU/s400/100_2189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311401622788312114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXRxH49TbI/AAAAAAAABTM/Q7epXvcjFQA/s1600-h/Maggiefam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXRxH49TbI/AAAAAAAABTM/Q7epXvcjFQA/s400/Maggiefam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311381977415110066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a day at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSFOlSHZI/AAAAAAAABTc/OAlMpo19tvg/s1600-h/joshbridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSFOlSHZI/AAAAAAAABTc/OAlMpo19tvg/s400/joshbridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382322809019794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSFA3pEqI/AAAAAAAABTU/837rM2NER2U/s1600-h/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSFA3pEqI/AAAAAAAABTU/837rM2NER2U/s400/map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382319127925410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXaTN_os1I/AAAAAAAABU8/1ViMbhOnKFg/s1600-h/DSCN4173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXaTN_os1I/AAAAAAAABU8/1ViMbhOnKFg/s400/DSCN4173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311391359262307154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time at a great park with fun rides for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSe70iAnI/AAAAAAAABT0/CvmvdFZwJH0/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSe70iAnI/AAAAAAAABT0/CvmvdFZwJH0/s400/train.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382764449301106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSeuc7jlI/AAAAAAAABTs/03W1PrCAP1o/s1600-h/Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSeuc7jlI/AAAAAAAABTs/03W1PrCAP1o/s400/Jacob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382760860651090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSeS-6qsI/AAAAAAAABTk/xzZRWe2wuAA/s1600-h/farris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXSeS-6qsI/AAAAAAAABTk/xzZRWe2wuAA/s400/farris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382753487006402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and I and five of the grandkids had lunch with my cousin Terri and her daughter Corinne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTKtkkTMI/AAAAAAAABT8/sskiOtjVCAE/s1600-h/terri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTKtkkTMI/AAAAAAAABT8/sskiOtjVCAE/s400/terri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383516538490050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course an enjoyable afternoon at my niece's lacross game.  &lt;br /&gt;See Jane run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXUQRXqrwI/AAAAAAAABUk/eoAjJXQFg9s/s1600-h/DSCN3962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXUQRXqrwI/AAAAAAAABUk/eoAjJXQFg9s/s400/DSCN3962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384711559032578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXUQVbYTkI/AAAAAAAABUc/vt-6E7Y-22g/s1600-h/lax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXUQVbYTkI/AAAAAAAABUc/vt-6E7Y-22g/s400/lax.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384712648347202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just plain fun in Dan and Holly's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTfzA5XSI/AAAAAAAABUU/uLZMXmeUnzQ/s1600-h/wes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTfzA5XSI/AAAAAAAABUU/uLZMXmeUnzQ/s400/wes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383878776741154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTfmrBorI/AAAAAAAABUM/iWwriBVhTAI/s1600-h/popcycles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTfmrBorI/AAAAAAAABUM/iWwriBVhTAI/s400/popcycles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383875463783090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTfUQnk3I/AAAAAAAABUE/jK8ZriBbuiA/s1600-h/joshbubb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXTfUQnk3I/AAAAAAAABUE/jK8ZriBbuiA/s400/joshbubb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311383870521185138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXXC5-tAaI/AAAAAAAABUs/VSHCBkNRDss/s1600-h/DSCN4030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXXC5-tAaI/AAAAAAAABUs/VSHCBkNRDss/s400/DSCN4030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311387780476895650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale was the homecoming of my nephew Scott from his mission to Chile... sorry I didn't get a picture of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention all of my kids now have their hair cut short (girls) and/or shaven (boys).  I do have a tremendous support group in my family and friends.  And thank you to those who have donated to the cancer walk, I now have over $1,500.  I can't even begin to thank you and tell you how much I appreciate all your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new chemotherapy starts on Wednesday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-3473650538001181824?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3473650538001181824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=3473650538001181824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3473650538001181824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3473650538001181824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/fun-in-phoenix.html' title='Fun In Phoenix'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SbXZszX92WI/AAAAAAAABU0/Ce9oC9_Hhgo/s72-c/DSCN2563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2656773112408655429</id><published>2009-03-01T21:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:51:42.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ya Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, unlike my sisters, my hair wasn't long enough to donate to locks of love.  Love you Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SatlbUP0xsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/e1YNNy0lYOY/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SatlbUP0xsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/e1YNNy0lYOY/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308448105752217282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2656773112408655429?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2656773112408655429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2656773112408655429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2656773112408655429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2656773112408655429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-ya-mom.html' title='Love ya Mom!'/><author><name>Dan Colton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SatlbUP0xsI/AAAAAAAAAdA/e1YNNy0lYOY/s72-c/DSC01831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-572334924108152909</id><published>2009-02-26T21:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:19:10.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Addition of Annie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SadpFEyeu8I/AAAAAAAABS8/15_BxcVAFAw/s1600-h/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SadpFEyeu8I/AAAAAAAABS8/15_BxcVAFAw/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307326221785152450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Amanda's daughter, has decided to join the fan club as well.  After she saw Amanda cutting her hair she decided that she wanted to cut her own hair as well.  She's super cute and sassy now!  THANKS Annie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-572334924108152909?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/572334924108152909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=572334924108152909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/572334924108152909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/572334924108152909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/annie-amandas-daughter-has-decided-to.html' title='The Addition of Annie'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SadpFEyeu8I/AAAAAAAABS8/15_BxcVAFAw/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1363458022450448707</id><published>2009-02-26T17:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:32:20.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add me as a (visual) supporter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sacy5VgBaiI/AAAAAAAAGaY/AplMMwHInLk/s1600-h/IMG_9849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307266646484806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sacy5VgBaiI/AAAAAAAAGaY/AplMMwHInLk/s400/IMG_9849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sacy5ZO-PjI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/QdrPxmhS8tE/s1600-h/IMG_9848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307266647487036978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sacy5ZO-PjI/AAAAAAAAGaQ/QdrPxmhS8tE/s400/IMG_9848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of this as a "reverse-mullet," in a split personality sort of way -- supportive in the back and selfish in the front.  Sure love you Mom, in the front and in the back.  My hair that was cut is going to Locks of Love.  Locks of Love = Lots of Love.  Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1363458022450448707?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1363458022450448707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1363458022450448707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1363458022450448707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1363458022450448707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/add-me-as-visual-supporter.html' title='Add me as a (visual) supporter.'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/Sacy5VgBaiI/AAAAAAAAGaY/AplMMwHInLk/s72-c/IMG_9849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-4492044705337163908</id><published>2009-02-26T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:56:11.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winner Is...  YOU!</title><content type='html'>Now you too can be a winner like me! Lucky you! &lt;br /&gt;The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.&lt;br /&gt;This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;3- It'll be done this year. (might be December 31st, but you WILL get something)&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article on properly cleaning your face before a masque. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange :)&lt;br /&gt;The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment will win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy commenting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-4492044705337163908?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4492044705337163908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=4492044705337163908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/4492044705337163908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/4492044705337163908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/winner-is-you.html' title='The Winner Is...  YOU!'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2831942716575584060</id><published>2009-02-25T16:12:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:14:13.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Member of The "I'm Supporting Darla" Fan Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SaXsbQGfFNI/AAAAAAAABSs/3Qwr-uHlKB8/s1600-h/new+hari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SaXsbQGfFNI/AAAAAAAABSs/3Qwr-uHlKB8/s400/new+hari.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306907688848790738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, what a sweetheart you are.  The cut looks adorable.  I love it and I love you.  Thank you so much for all your support, you are a wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda also donated her hair to Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else, if you shave your head, or for the women if you get a short haircut.  Please send me a picture and I'll post it.  You are all such terrific friends.  What would I do without you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2831942716575584060?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2831942716575584060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2831942716575584060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2831942716575584060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2831942716575584060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/third-member-of-shaved-head-for-darla.html' title='The Third Member of The &quot;I&apos;m Supporting Darla&quot; Fan Club'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SaXsbQGfFNI/AAAAAAAABSs/3Qwr-uHlKB8/s72-c/new+hari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2963143501439453741</id><published>2009-02-24T11:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:31:22.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SaQ745EFgaI/AAAAAAAAGaI/ZIylOHXifqc/s1600-h/DSCN3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306432109525959074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SaQ745EFgaI/AAAAAAAAGaI/ZIylOHXifqc/s400/DSCN3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but i couldn't &lt;strong&gt;quite&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt; to the full shave (i still love you though mom) and i wanted to be supportive in the hair cut arena so here's my sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;and so you know the hair that got cut was donated to Locks of Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2963143501439453741?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2963143501439453741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2963143501439453741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2963143501439453741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2963143501439453741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-tried.html' title='i tried...'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SaQ745EFgaI/AAAAAAAAGaI/ZIylOHXifqc/s72-c/DSCN3712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-6958437368290944702</id><published>2009-02-23T21:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:50:57.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{ Nathan }</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the first member of the "I'm supporting Darla" fan club...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SaN8TMB0xpI/AAAAAAAAGaA/97XBzxXZMF4/s1600-h/DSCN3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306221455060813458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SaN8TMB0xpI/AAAAAAAAGaA/97XBzxXZMF4/s400/DSCN3691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; who's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-6958437368290944702?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6958437368290944702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=6958437368290944702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6958437368290944702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6958437368290944702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/nathan.html' title='{ Nathan }'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SaN8TMB0xpI/AAAAAAAAGaA/97XBzxXZMF4/s72-c/DSCN3691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2480296963914006546</id><published>2009-02-20T14:28:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:29:39.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're In This Together</title><content type='html'>The warm weather today is refreshing.  The tulips are starting to break through the ground.  And I'm enjoying spring in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the current radiation on my rib and the rib feels quite a bit better.  I will be starting a new chemotherapy on March 11 called Abraxane.  My son offered to shave his head as a support and my daughters both offered to donate their hair for a fun wig.  That would give me a beautiful brunette/auburn look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth series of radiation I have completed in the past eleven months.  After each completion I receive a 'certificate of completion' and a bottle of Martinelli's.  I guess that means I'm supposed to celebrate.  Anyone ready to come celebrate with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a moment of emotion today as I went back to the hospital for the third appointment of the day.  I think it was just a moment of frustration realizing this is starting to run my life.  Maybe "starting" isn't the right word, since I've had this cancer for three years now.  Maybe it's more because the day is beautiful and I would rather be outside enjoying the sun on my face instead of inside seeing doctors day after day.  My doctors are great and I know they care about me and are providing the best treatment possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had two chances to participate in research treatments for which I am grateful.  I know if it weren't for wonderful people who have donated money to help find a cure for cancer that these various types of research wouldn't be available.  For me, for my daughters, for my daughters daughters, and for all those who I know and love, and not to mention hundreds of thousands of women (and men) who will, in one way or another, be touched by cancer.  Either for themselves or those they love.  I know my own family has been on an emotional roller coaster and have been greatly educated with cancer and all it's repercussions.  They have been a wonderful support to me and I love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know I will be walking 60 miles again this November to help raise money for the Susan G. Komen cancer walk for the cure for breast cancer.  When it comes to asking people for donations such as this, it is always hard for me.  Especially since my daughters and I walked last year and now I'm back again trying to raise money for cancer research again this year.  It's hard for me but it's worthwhile for all of us.  So if you can and would be willing to help; I can't tell you how much I would appreciate your support this year.  Click on the link at the top of the page and it will lead you to the donation page.  THANK YOU so very much for all your support, not only for this but especially for all your prayers, love, kindness, and support on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my daughters and I from last year's walk.  Also see my post from November 17, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SZ9DHzGqZEI/AAAAAAAABSA/f-mU4G26PNU/s1600-h/100_1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SZ9DHzGqZEI/AAAAAAAABSA/f-mU4G26PNU/s320/100_1976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305032687322031170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we will all carry on, one day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2480296963914006546?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2480296963914006546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2480296963914006546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2480296963914006546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2480296963914006546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-in-this-together.html' title='We&apos;re In This Together'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SZ9DHzGqZEI/AAAAAAAABSA/f-mU4G26PNU/s72-c/100_1976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-8289662315926060508</id><published>2009-02-08T21:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:15:03.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take The Good With The Bad</title><content type='html'>A few months ago my cousin, Daneen, and I decided to join a performance dance team.  It's called the Golden Girls and it's for women about my age and older.  We talked about it for months and even went to a half-time show the Golden Girls were performing at, we could hardly wait until January when we could join the group.  We would be attending the dance practices 1 - 3 times a week, getting great exercise, traveling with the team to not only shows in the state but also out of state, but mostly being with each other, laughing, and having a good time.  I was out of town during the month of January so Daneen attended without me, started learning the dance steps, and took good notes for me so I could pick right up as soon as I got back into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited day finally arrived.  I got back home and promptly rode off with Daneen to my first practice.  What a great time we had, we laughed, got great exercise, and talked about how much fun we would have traveling with the other dancers to parades, half-time shows, and various performances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that strenuous of a workout but to my surprise I fractured a rib.  I had cracked that same rib about a year ago, yet painful, there isn't a lot you can do with a fractured rib, but just be careful with it.  However this time, within two days I found I had a hard time breathing and the pain continued to elevate.  By Thursday morning I had my daughter take me into the emergency room because it seemed so much different then the time before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, you do get the good with the bad...  As much fun as I was having with my new found dance team, I also found more cancer.  Now with cancer in my ribs I will be starting more radiation tomorrow.  And by the end of the week my oncologist will probably be switching me to another type of chemotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel great otherwise.  The rib is painful but I am starting to breath easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-8289662315926060508?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8289662315926060508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=8289662315926060508' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8289662315926060508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8289662315926060508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-good-with-bad.html' title='Take The Good With The Bad'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-8498052646106939874</id><published>2009-02-05T20:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:19:39.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Fun</title><content type='html'>Just had to share with you the fun time I had yesterday trying to get a picture taken with my seven grandchildren.  From my view point it was pretty entertaining watching five adults behind the camera jumping around waving toys trying to get the kids to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYu1n4OJa7I/AAAAAAAABRg/ZTvdfqb5NWI/s1600-h/0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYu1n4OJa7I/AAAAAAAABRg/ZTvdfqb5NWI/s320/0069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529083242769330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-8498052646106939874?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8498052646106939874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=8498052646106939874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8498052646106939874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/8498052646106939874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-photo-fun.html' title='Family Photo Fun'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYu1n4OJa7I/AAAAAAAABRg/ZTvdfqb5NWI/s72-c/0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-3389933288102624990</id><published>2009-02-01T22:29:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:24:19.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again</title><content type='html'>Well after having been away from home for the past seven weeks; and delinquent on my blogging.  I am finally home again and know I need a quick update because of all my wonderful friends calling me to see if I have fallen off the face of the earth, due to the lack of posts.  Nope, I’m still alive and kicking.  Actually, I couldn’t be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first spent some time in Phoenix visiting my newest granddaughter.  She is now almost two months old and looks quite a bit like her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaNGN0yBII/AAAAAAAABQ4/2iP3e9OJxM0/s1600-h/Maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaNGN0yBII/AAAAAAAABQ4/2iP3e9OJxM0/s320/Maggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298077149577741442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the pink bow of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed up to St. Johns, Arizona for two weeks of bliss during Christmas and New Years.  You couldn’t ask for a more peaceful location.  Thanks to the expertise of St. Johns Ice, we had a fun day of ice blocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wishing my fifth grandchild a happy 2nd birthday I was off to San Diego for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may fall under the “two year old category” but how could you say “no” to those big brown eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaPqmnK_oI/AAAAAAAABRA/shZyt9quAdE/s1600-h/Abbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaPqmnK_oI/AAAAAAAABRA/shZyt9quAdE/s320/Abbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298079973730090626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who wouldn’t enjoy the 80-degree weather in San Diego?  I had a terrific three weeks.  I stayed at a health institute and detoxed.  Yes, fruit, celery sticks, and tomatoes would fall under the raw food diet I partook of, or lack of partaking of.  But I walked away cleansed.  Or was it empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back home took me through Phoenix and St. Johns again so I could enjoy a few more days with four adorable grandkids and two terrific offspring and their amazing spouses.  Only to pull into my garage, after driving all day with Jenna and her kids and having Mauri and her family pull up into the driveway just seconds behind us.  After not seeing Mauri and her wonderful children and handsome husband for almost two months, it was an absolute joy to have them meet us just as we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am back home again sitting at my computer giving you a short and quick update just to let you know life doesn’t get any better than this.  Of course getting back home in time to celebrate my 3rd grandchild turning 3.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaRE9RHlUI/AAAAAAAABRI/edaFc1XnwrY/s1600-h/100_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaRE9RHlUI/AAAAAAAABRI/edaFc1XnwrY/s320/100_1923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298081525999834434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With seven grandchildren and the oldest being four, there is never a dull moment with the Colton/Brewer/Jarvis clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by-the-way for those of you interested in the Economics class I took last semester (for the third time) I finally passed.  Yeah for 82%!!!  What a great feeling to sell that book back to the BYU Bookstore and head out of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-3389933288102624990?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3389933288102624990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=3389933288102624990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3389933288102624990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/3389933288102624990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home Again, Home Again'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SYaNGN0yBII/AAAAAAAABQ4/2iP3e9OJxM0/s72-c/Maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1059524874446337785</id><published>2008-12-10T19:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:23:08.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Grandchild #7</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our 7th grandchild, Maggie May Colton.  Maggie was born yesterday in Phoenix.  I will be able to go visit her next week and I can't wait.  Her pictures look just like her dad when he was first born.  But of course those babies always change so much from what their picture looks like.  Her mom, dad, and big brother Josh are all doing well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SUB1f3KkHFI/AAAAAAAABQg/lpvUbosOkDc/s1600-h/DSC01294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SUB1f3KkHFI/AAAAAAAABQg/lpvUbosOkDc/s320/DSC01294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278347953522875474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our most recent family photo, taken on Thanksgiving day.  My son Daniel and his family, Holly who was pregnant then but not any more... and their son Josh (all dressed is white).  Mauri and her family, husband Nathan, kids Katelyn, Elli, and Wesley, all in black.  Jenna and her family, husband Jared, kids Jacob and Abbie all in green.  And my parents and I are in red.  It was nice to have the whole family together for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SUB3QELnLhI/AAAAAAAABQo/pOJ6c0588R8/s1600-h/DSCN1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SUB3QELnLhI/AAAAAAAABQo/pOJ6c0588R8/s320/DSCN1853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278349881162280466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1059524874446337785?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1059524874446337785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1059524874446337785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1059524874446337785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1059524874446337785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-grandchild-7.html' title='Welcome Grandchild #7'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SUB1f3KkHFI/AAAAAAAABQg/lpvUbosOkDc/s72-c/DSC01294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-7561345173350732029</id><published>2008-11-17T22:06:00.047-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:39:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0 to 60 in 3 days</title><content type='html'>I spent the past few days in Phoenix.  I drove down with Mauri and her three kids on Wednesday and Thursday.  They were great little travelers.  We left Provo at 1:00 Wednesday afternoon and got all the way to Flagstaff.  Which made the second day easier with only 2 1/2 hours of driving to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my dad, who lives in Flagstaff.  We appreciate your home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOORAY to the Susan G. Komen walk for the cure for cancer.  We raised over $5 million this weekend on our 3 day walk.  There were 2,120 walkers in the Phoenix area on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How thankful I am to all my family, friends, my kids friends, and friends of friends for all your donations and support.  THANK YOU to all my support group for your donations!!!  For three days prior to the walk I began receiving donations from people I don't even know (yet).   It was emotional for me to open my email on numerous occasions and see that I had received a donation from someone I don't know.  THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for all your support.  I felt like the waitress and cop in "It Could Happen To You" when the city of New York sent money to two people they didn't know, just to show their support.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I count my blessings my support group is at the top of that list.  Someone is looking out for me, or rather I should say thousands of people are looking out for me.  Thank you for your prayers on my behalf this past weekend, and for your messages and phone calls while I was walking.  Thank you to those who came to the cheering stations to encourage, and show your love on our behalf.  I knew it would be an emotional weekend but I had no idea it would turn out like it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law Carolyn, along with the help of Mauri, put together a wonderful book of those who sent pictures holding a sign saying you are on Darla's Team.  Thank you for sending your pictures in, I can look at that book for hours and spend a great deal of time on each picture thinking about you and the memories we have had together.  How grateful I am for your friendships.  Thanks Mauri for "hacking" into my email account and sending an email out to my friends.  Thank you Carolyn for such a fun idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with Carolyn when she came to one of the rest stops.  She brought Mauri's baby Wesley so he could nurse.  Oh why not, it's a weekend about the breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCoMAoVI/AAAAAAAABOU/hoi3K0WwP1Q/s1600-h/100_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCoMAoVI/AAAAAAAABOU/hoi3K0WwP1Q/s320/100_1954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269897704426742098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sister-in-law Melanie and her family made candy lays and gave them to Mauri, Jenna, and me as we entered the closing ceremony after 3 long hard days of walking.  The lays were a big hit, not only to the three of us but to hundreds of fellow walkers who thought they were pretty cool.  Thank you Melanie, Jane, Thomas, and Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of us when Melanie came to one of the rest stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwDC8nZII/AAAAAAAABOc/x8OHFgS-g50/s1600-h/100_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwDC8nZII/AAAAAAAABOc/x8OHFgS-g50/s320/100_1955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269897711609930882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom for being there for me.  I know it's hard to think your child may die before you.  I know you would rather have this disease and just take it away from me, moms are like that.  But don't worry I called the doctor during the walk and found out my cancer count had gone down almost 200 points.  I'm doing great!  Well, all except for the blisters I have on the bottom of my feet from the walk.  Maybe not so much blisters plural, but just one huge blister covering the entire foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you especially to my wonderful kids for all their love and support.  THANK YOU Mauri and Jenna for walking with me and encouraging me every step of the way, not only now but throughout my life.  Thank you to my son Daniel for his blog posts, heartfelt prayers, and always knowing just the right thing to say.  And to all my kids and their spouses for your love and support.  I know it's hard to know how to be supportive when you just want the disease to go away, when you just want the pain to go away.  How do you show someone how much you care about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR THE WALK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are ready to begin our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJcQq71d3I/AAAAAAAABMs/m129uNE8Xt0/s1600-h/100_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJcQq71d3I/AAAAAAAABMs/m129uNE8Xt0/s320/100_1925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269875955449821042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJcQ4rPO1I/AAAAAAAABM0/tf5g0bECLWA/s1600-h/100_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJcQ4rPO1I/AAAAAAAABM0/tf5g0bECLWA/s320/100_1926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269875959138302802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJcRPc9S3I/AAAAAAAABM8/p6PYaNbA97Y/s1600-h/100_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJcRPc9S3I/AAAAAAAABM8/p6PYaNbA97Y/s320/100_1927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269875965252422514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening ceremony, pink, pink, and more pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJnUO3TDdI/AAAAAAAABNE/ivmCyCV-4HQ/s1600-h/100_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJnUO3TDdI/AAAAAAAABNE/ivmCyCV-4HQ/s320/100_1928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888111261978066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had cheerleaders along the entire route.  Neighborhoods coming out on every street passing out popsicles, cold cloths to wipe our necks, candy, stickers, ice water, etc.  The support of the entire city was amazing.  Practically every car honking as they drove past us.  I think we only caused two accidents because the drivers were looking at us instead of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJo6-SOFmI/AAAAAAAABNM/XKMqyiVA814/s1600-h/100_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJo6-SOFmI/AAAAAAAABNM/XKMqyiVA814/s320/100_1941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269889876338021986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday when school was in session, the elementary school kids had pink ribbons and signs on their school yard fence showing their support.  And the children all stood at the fence with their hands sticking through the chain link fence wanting to give us a 'high five' as we walked past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJqrm2VqII/AAAAAAAABNU/PnRjTwoOqSs/s1600-h/100_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJqrm2VqII/AAAAAAAABNU/PnRjTwoOqSs/s320/100_1943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269891811372279938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at one of the rest stops.  Still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJrbh5_6lI/AAAAAAAABNc/Wy0-Aw_sOw0/s1600-h/100_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJrbh5_6lI/AAAAAAAABNc/Wy0-Aw_sOw0/s320/100_1944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269892634679175762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sprinklers came on while we were walking through this park.  Startling but refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtvgZAGEI/AAAAAAAABN8/jf_r_MGAEZY/s1600-h/100_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtvgZAGEI/AAAAAAAABN8/jf_r_MGAEZY/s320/100_1946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269895176892979266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun signs held up by the Phoenicians.  This one was one of our favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtvXxcoTI/AAAAAAAABN0/PVeQK_WONR8/s1600-h/100_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtvXxcoTI/AAAAAAAABN0/PVeQK_WONR8/s320/100_1947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269895174579593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walkers could carry banners along the route.  We held these two for awhile and then you pass them on to another walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtvIze3aI/AAAAAAAABNs/phblvXbj0EE/s1600-h/100_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtvIze3aI/AAAAAAAABNs/phblvXbj0EE/s320/100_1948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269895170561596834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJyIQYSheI/AAAAAAAABOk/uDJAq7sj2hA/s1600-h/100_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJyIQYSheI/AAAAAAAABOk/uDJAq7sj2hA/s320/100_1961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269900000138266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the first day, and our sea of pink tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtuyQA7YI/AAAAAAAABNk/doSShh2A_0g/s1600-h/100_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJtuyQA7YI/AAAAAAAABNk/doSShh2A_0g/s320/100_1949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269895164507254146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my cute girls walking in front of me across the over pass on Interstate 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCI0rChI/AAAAAAAABOE/FADjCA9f1hE/s1600-h/100_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCI0rChI/AAAAAAAABOE/FADjCA9f1hE/s320/100_1950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269897696007358994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my fabulous friends from Scottsdale came to one of the cheering stations.  Thank you Lesa, Leanne, Jill, Brenda, and Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCTd5oWI/AAAAAAAABOM/1Zkc9uabesA/s1600-h/100_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCTd5oWI/AAAAAAAABOM/1Zkc9uabesA/s320/100_1951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269897698864636258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to ASU, 'A' Mountain is ahead of us, but I'm not sure you can see the 'A' on the hillside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ25UWBLaI/AAAAAAAABPs/bntPImXpD0g/s1600-h/100_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ25UWBLaI/AAAAAAAABPs/bntPImXpD0g/s320/100_1959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269905241062583714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice breeze when we were walking down the Mill Avenue bridge across the Tempe Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0Mb19PgI/AAAAAAAABOs/wPfq5c854uQ/s1600-h/100_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0Mb19PgI/AAAAAAAABOs/wPfq5c854uQ/s320/100_1960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269902270958222850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scenery through the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0Mpj1z1I/AAAAAAAABO0/yg_fDZ1MjbQ/s1600-h/100_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0Mpj1z1I/AAAAAAAABO0/yg_fDZ1MjbQ/s320/100_1963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269902274640334674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informative signs at each rest stop telling you how far you've gone and how far until the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0M59GE-I/AAAAAAAABO8/MS-nxNloYJE/s1600-h/100_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0M59GE-I/AAAAAAAABO8/MS-nxNloYJE/s320/100_1965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269902279041225698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even baby Wesley wears a shirt that says, "I wear pink for my Grandma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0NUUL3bI/AAAAAAAABPE/DqPSar-bwRQ/s1600-h/100_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0NUUL3bI/AAAAAAAABPE/DqPSar-bwRQ/s320/100_1966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269902286117395890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there must be porta-potties at every stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0N3N0jXI/AAAAAAAABPM/KUfzGbyKVSI/s1600-h/100_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ0N3N0jXI/AAAAAAAABPM/KUfzGbyKVSI/s320/100_1969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269902295485943154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of community support.  How cool is a pink breast cancer firetruck?  And YES you see a wheelchair in this picture.  There were several people being pushed by their friends in a wheelchair.  Friends don't let friends walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ2FTQWUUI/AAAAAAAABPU/KhrY7VPzBzg/s1600-h/100_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ2FTQWUUI/AAAAAAAABPU/KhrY7VPzBzg/s320/100_1971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269904347417170242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got to sign the firetruck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ2FtfNosI/AAAAAAAABPc/Nun_XMubafU/s1600-h/100_1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ2FtfNosI/AAAAAAAABPc/Nun_XMubafU/s320/100_1973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269904354458837698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ2GPmzseI/AAAAAAAABPk/zOPK6tjX-l8/s1600-h/100_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ2GPmzseI/AAAAAAAABPk/zOPK6tjX-l8/s320/100_1974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269904363617497570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4tTVqKDI/AAAAAAAABP0/VgpDw5-jHA4/s1600-h/100_1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4tTVqKDI/AAAAAAAABP0/VgpDw5-jHA4/s320/100_1976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269907233657464882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for the closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4thlkU8I/AAAAAAAABP8/z1CNDVWQfo0/s1600-h/100_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4thlkU8I/AAAAAAAABP8/z1CNDVWQfo0/s320/100_1980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269907237482288066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering Scottsdale Stadium for the closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4uB2vvlI/AAAAAAAABQE/hyBlHJEILG0/s1600-h/100_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4uB2vvlI/AAAAAAAABQE/hyBlHJEILG0/s320/100_1982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269907246144274002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cancer survivors were given pink shirts and the support walkers had white shirts.  As the survivors walked in the support walkers held up their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4uTN5yhI/AAAAAAAABQM/igX8h3-uAiQ/s1600-h/100_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4uTN5yhI/AAAAAAAABQM/igX8h3-uAiQ/s320/100_1985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269907250804804114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three happy but tired walkers.  Thank you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4uxvT5nI/AAAAAAAABQU/eelK68RM5rs/s1600-h/100_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJ4uxvT5nI/AAAAAAAABQU/eelK68RM5rs/s320/100_1988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269907258997991026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-7561345173350732029?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7561345173350732029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=7561345173350732029' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7561345173350732029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7561345173350732029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/0-to-60-in-3-days.html' title='0 to 60 in 3 days'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SSJwCoMAoVI/AAAAAAAABOU/hoi3K0WwP1Q/s72-c/100_1954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1811468980843148648</id><published>2008-11-06T05:56:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:19:49.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Phoenix</title><content type='html'>I figured I would commandeer my mom's blog momentarily to share a little bit about her short trip to Phoenix last week.  Now before the Phoenicians get all riled up wondering why she didn't visit any of you while she was here, let me explain her reason for the trip.  My beautiful wife Holly has been on modified bed rest for the past month or so and needs someone to help out with things around the house, not the least of which is wrangling our very active 2-year old Josh.  My mom was sweet enough to come down for four days to help us out.  Therefore, she had a full-time job around our house and wasn't able to see any of her friends. I'm sure she'll catch you all when she's comes to town again. On to the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mom was with us, she made our traditional Halloween dinner, Pumpkin Stew.  To make it all you do is hollow out a pumpkin, put all the fixings inside, and then put the whole thing in the oven.  Josh added his own special touch by decorating the pumpkin before we baked it.  It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr3bRcjiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/i0R5MU9B7zw/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr3bRcjiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/i0R5MU9B7zw/s320/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265530251795795490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr38BZLyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cXVPzryZbOY/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr38BZLyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/cXVPzryZbOY/s320/DSC01210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265530260586835746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween, Josh caught a bit of a cold and wasn't able to go out trick-or-treating.  However, he loved answering the door and seeing all the kids dressed up in their costumes.  Also, two of Josh's friends stopped by to say hi.  Here is a picture of Josh (in the jack-o-lantern shirt) and his friends Camden and Effie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr4G3E8BI/AAAAAAAAAVs/C67CsfFT1jg/s1600-h/DSC01211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr4G3E8BI/AAAAAAAAAVs/C67CsfFT1jg/s320/DSC01211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265530263496355858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming down Mom!  We love you and loved having you here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1811468980843148648?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1811468980843148648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1811468980843148648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1811468980843148648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1811468980843148648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/visit-to-phoenix.html' title='Visit to Phoenix'/><author><name>Dan Colton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHTHO6fkiYk/SRLr3bRcjiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/i0R5MU9B7zw/s72-c/DSC01208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-5647492548339127627</id><published>2008-10-27T23:06:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:50:15.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How did I get so lucky?</title><content type='html'>Halloween is one of those questionable holidays.  But if you can spend the day at Thanksgiving Point hanging out at CornBellys with three adorable grandkids, it makes the day all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQajn9l8YOI/AAAAAAAABLY/mdMgmUsa67k/s1600-h/100_1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQajn9l8YOI/AAAAAAAABLY/mdMgmUsa67k/s320/100_1823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262073121572937954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elli and Katelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQaj5U_tcqI/AAAAAAAABLg/_PaTi31rcp8/s1600-h/100_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQaj5U_tcqI/AAAAAAAABLg/_PaTi31rcp8/s320/100_1826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262073419912802978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Wesley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be an equal opportunity grandma.  So after a fun day at CornBellys I flew down to Phoenix for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQakivE8PsI/AAAAAAAABLo/sM4rX1LTXIE/s1600-h/100_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQakivE8PsI/AAAAAAAABLo/sM4rX1LTXIE/s320/100_1843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262074131288702658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie wanted to wear my glasses, so here is cute Abbie with my daughter Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQalgrgmOGI/AAAAAAAABLw/WipmOFBPnt4/s1600-h/100_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQalgrgmOGI/AAAAAAAABLw/WipmOFBPnt4/s320/100_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262075195482847330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three wonderful Arizona grandkids, Abbie, Jacob, and Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQamfXOJXDI/AAAAAAAABL4/rBeLUwguhNE/s1600-h/100_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQamfXOJXDI/AAAAAAAABL4/rBeLUwguhNE/s320/100_1857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262076272368507954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent one morning at the Phoenix zoo.  I'm not sure if my son and daughter-in-law, Daniel and Holly, will invite me back to watch Josh.  At the zoo, ON MY WATCH, Josh took a face plant and ended up cutting his nose and getting a black eye.  Way to go Grandma!!!  Jacob wanted to take Daniel and Josh's picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-5647492548339127627?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5647492548339127627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=5647492548339127627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5647492548339127627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/5647492548339127627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-did-i-get-so-lucky.html' title='How did I get so lucky?'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SQajn9l8YOI/AAAAAAAABLY/mdMgmUsa67k/s72-c/100_1823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-2358808487998240187</id><published>2008-10-21T09:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:33:22.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SP31jNT36mI/AAAAAAAAEQo/_pQqshbcYYY/s1600-h/mom%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259629925055851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SP31jNT36mI/AAAAAAAAEQo/_pQqshbcYYY/s400/mom%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mom...we just wanted to take the time to tell you happy birthday!  you are a great mom, grandma, mother-in-law and friend.  You are such a strength to our family. &lt;br /&gt;We are glad you were born!&lt;br /&gt;we hope you have a great day...&lt;br /&gt;from your kids, kid-in-laws and grandkids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-2358808487998240187?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2358808487998240187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=2358808487998240187' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2358808487998240187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/2358808487998240187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!'/><author><name>Mauri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342671254895577830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lx6JPFlsZF0/TdnsEmUYZhI/AAAAAAAAJuo/2hubN6lCQbI/s220/the%2Bkids.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5Pa07vdodU/SP31jNT36mI/AAAAAAAAEQo/_pQqshbcYYY/s72-c/mom%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1403993411474355502</id><published>2008-10-10T16:01:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:20:48.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth</title><content type='html'>As with everyone, life goes on.  Over the past few weeks I have been able to see countless blessings happening around me.  My daughter Mauri had a garage sale to raise money for a cure for breast cancer.  She raised almost $300 and donated it to the Susan G. Koman foundation.  We'll find a cure if it's not from my own family doing all they can to support me and join the crusade to find a cure.  My loving thanks to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day I went to the circus with Mauri and her family.  We go every year, it's a family tradition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cotton candy is always a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_UaNi2etI/AAAAAAAABAM/51XsbIDIkI8/s1600-h/DSCN0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_UaNi2etI/AAAAAAAABAM/51XsbIDIkI8/s320/DSCN0630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255652836942183122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_UabweslI/AAAAAAAABAU/3MKoqIb-8ms/s1600-h/DSCN0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_UabweslI/AAAAAAAABAU/3MKoqIb-8ms/s320/DSCN0656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255652840757441106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed conference last weekend.  I was able to go Sunday afternoon with Mauri and we had a terrific time.  The day was beautiful and the spirit was uplifting.  How blessed I am to have the gospel in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_WxWCUsBI/AAAAAAAABAc/43zmF4l6idE/s1600-h/DSCN0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_WxWCUsBI/AAAAAAAABAc/43zmF4l6idE/s320/DSCN0808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255655433381916690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What added to the wonderful weekend was an enjoyable reunion with some of my Boston missionaries.  I gave birth to three children but I have hundreds of sons and daughters.  How grateful I am for the time I was able to spend in Boston.  How grateful I am for the years I was able to teach seminary and for the association I had with some terrific high school students eager to start their day on the right foot.  For all those whose lives have crossed my path, I will be forever grateful for the influence you have been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be aware it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  I've been on the hunt for any pink paraphernalia I can find for the cancer walk I'm participating in next month with my daughters.  Pink, pink, and more pink...  If you would like to make a donation the link is on the left of this web page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pink, I've got an adorable little grand daughter coming in two months and she'll be pretty in pink.  Her mom, my daughter-in-law Holly, is on bed rest for the next two months, so lucky me I get to go down and help out and play with my Arizona grandchildren a couple of times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augh yes, I did have an Econ test last week.  Thanks to my terrific visiting teacher Mindy who majored in Economics, she came by to help me study and she was a great help!  I took the test in class on a Tuesday evening.  The teacher passed out the bubble sheet for me to fill in my answers.  At the top of the sheet I had to fill in my BYU ID number.  Well I did that and promptly took the test.  It wasn't at all like the practice quiz I took online so I was anxious to get the results back.  The teacher had to take the bubble sheets down to the BYU testing center and run them through the machine that grades them and then posts my score on my BYU route Y link.  It wasn't until the next morning that the scores were posted.  I opened my route Y link and there was an 84%, well imagine my surprise.  I thought for sure I had bubbled in someone else's BYU ID number and the tests got all mixed up.  I checked and doubled checked looking at my name thinking I was looking at someone else's grade.  Who would have guessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday found me at the hospital again getting another PET Scan.  My cancer marker is rising and the chemotherapy I've been doing for the past six weeks isn't working so the doctor wanted to see if the cancer is spreading.  Another anxious couple of days waiting for the test results to come back.  Hummm, I wonder if the lab tech might bubble in someone else's ID number and I'll get someone else's PET Scan results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a visit with the doctor, Mauri is always a great support and came with me to hear what the doctor had to say regarding the PET Scan results.  Would I pass this test as nicely as I passed the Econ test?  Come to find out, the cancer has NOT spread and it has even diminished in my right hip where I had the radiation in August.  He gave us a few options of what type of chemotherapy we should start next and after a little more test results we'll probably start something new the beginning of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am feeling like a pin cushion and it's hard to schedule all my fun trips around all these doctors appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the doctor and did my traditional stop at Sonic.  I sat in my car at Sonic facing East, looking at beautiful 'Y' mountain, four or five dozen seagulls flew overhead.  I counted my blessings...  Overlooking those gorgeous mountains that I love, wondering if people ever questioned why Utah has seagulls when we don't even have an ocean, being extremely grateful for Mauri for supporting me through all these doctors appointments, rejoicing over the fact that I will be in Arizona next week with the rest of my kids and grandkids, and appreciative that the cancer has not spread since the last PET Scan.  I wondered if the joy in heaven would equal the happiness I felt at that moment in the Sonic parking lot that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a game player at heart.  I wouldn't consider myself competitive, maybe my family does.  But I was playing a game the other evening and the thought occurred to me, "I can win".  Yes, Darla, you can win.  Maybe I am competitive, I can beat this and any other challenge placed in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1403993411474355502?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1403993411474355502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1403993411474355502' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1403993411474355502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1403993411474355502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SO_UaNi2etI/AAAAAAAABAM/51XsbIDIkI8/s72-c/DSCN0630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-7029570484851734132</id><published>2008-09-26T01:00:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:34:40.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I'd try my hand at adding a few family photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJFlOSDpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nvnqO3mScsk/s1600-h/100_8362_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJFlOSDpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nvnqO3mScsk/s200/100_8362_jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250221994591522450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Jenna with her two kids, Jacob and Abbie.  We were up at Aspen Grove this past summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyKFbmI2qI/AAAAAAAAA_w/d-6vxdHSmkg/s1600-h/item+copy+1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyKFbmI2qI/AAAAAAAAA_w/d-6vxdHSmkg/s200/item+copy+1_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250223091518855842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Me with our newest family member, Mauri's son Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyKFpb0uaI/AAAAAAAAA_4/oHL5s88E5SQ/s1600-h/item.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyKFpb0uaI/AAAAAAAAA_4/oHL5s88E5SQ/s200/item.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250223095233690018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Daniel with his son Josh, just before Josh turned two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJw_fPnfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/dxnEv2oD3O4/s1600-h/DSCN0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJw_fPnfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/dxnEv2oD3O4/s200/DSCN0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250222740376362482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Mauri's three kids, Katelyn, Elli, and Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJSJ7gp-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/dIN6WvUrR6A/s1600-h/DSC06091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJSJ7gp-I/AAAAAAAAA_g/dIN6WvUrR6A/s200/DSC06091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250222210603329506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauri blowing out her birthday candles with the help of her three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyIpq_i9KI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/iaInjdN2XiY/s1600-h/100_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyIpq_i9KI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/iaInjdN2XiY/s200/100_1801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250221515103990946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Here I am a couple weeks ago in Santa Rosa, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those pictures seemed to turn out pretty well.  I'm not sure how to line up the discriptions a little better.  I'll keep working on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-7029570484851734132?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7029570484851734132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=7029570484851734132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7029570484851734132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/7029570484851734132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-id-try-my-hand-at-adding-few.html' title='Thought I&apos;d try my hand at adding a few family photos'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AxmoStrjrkg/SNyJFlOSDpI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/nvnqO3mScsk/s72-c/100_8362_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-6371428250162018637</id><published>2008-09-23T22:29:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:49:36.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling for Fall</title><content type='html'>Fall is in the air.  I love the Fall; it’s my favorite season.  The mountains are starting to turn a beautiful rust color.  And I know in a couple weeks I can drive up Provo Canyon and see gorgeous colors.  I'm reminded of my time in New England last Fall and it was unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I spent four days in Santa Rosa, north of San Francisco, visiting my mom, my brother and his family, my aunt and cousin.  That is a spectacular area as well with beautiful vineyards.  I had a terrific visit.  The time went by way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been three weeks since I started my most recent chemotherapy.  The doctor said if I experienced blisters on my hands, feet, or in my mouth, to stop taking the medication.  I was doing pretty well for the first nine days.  Then it got to the point that I couldn’t walk on my feet without experiencing that ‘walking on hot coals’ sensation.  I stopped taking the pills and within three days my feet were back to normal.  I’m currently taking the same pill but 75% of the dosage I was taking earlier.  Hopefully I’ll be able to take that amount without experiencing too much discomfort.  In three weeks we’ll test again to see if this treatment has been helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life doesn’t get any better than this.  I am still planning on participating   in my 60-mile walk for cancer in November in Phoenix.  In December I’ll spend a week in Branson seeing several Christmas shows.  January will find me in Mexico on a one-week train ride through the Sonora Desert.  I’m planning a trip to Catalina Island in April.  And May back in Phoenix for my son’s graduation from Law School.  The way I look at it I’m open in February and March if anybody needs a traveling companion to some exotic place.  My passport is current!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hanging in there with my Econ class.  I don’t know how you Econ majors do it.  I have my first test on Tuesday.  That first test is always a little questionable until you realize what types of tests your professor gives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3-day, 60-mile walk I’m doing will raise money for cancer research.  The money goes to the Susan G. Komen research for the cure for breast cancer.  Thank you to all those who have donated, your help is greatly appreciated.  If anyone else is interested in donating even a dollar or two for cancer research and to help with my goal to raise $2,200 click &lt;a href="http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/Walk/ArizonaEvent?px=1571206&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1180"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your kinds words, emails, prayers, love, and support.  I was wondering if heaven is as much fun as my life is right now.  If not, I may be a little hesitant to go.  I love my family and friends very much.  I know that probably sounds like a trite sentence, I’m not sure how else to word it.  EVERY ONE of you means more to me than life itself.  I’m planning a maternal girls cousins reunion for next summer.  My hope for all my friends is similar to my family reunion, and that is; I wish we could all just get together for a few days.  I wish everybody in my life could just stop what they’re doing for a few days and come to the ‘Friends of Darla Reunion’.  Just come, be a part, have fun, get caught up, laugh, eat.  I wish I could see you, spend time with you, and just let you know how important you are in my life.  If I had a lifetime of empty Februarys and Marchs I’d spend every minute with you.  Thank you for being a part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-6371428250162018637?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6371428250162018637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=6371428250162018637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6371428250162018637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6371428250162018637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-falling-for-fall.html' title='I&apos;m falling for Fall'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1045628561420941219</id><published>2008-09-10T22:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:57:33.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>It’s been eight days since I started my most recent chemotherapy.  So far so good.  Good thing because I really need to take this Econ class I’m currently taking, but more importantly pass it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing great.  Busy but great.  It’s good to be busy because it takes my mind off whether my hands, feet, or mouth are getting tender, sore, or blistered.  They’re not too bad yet.  I’m not sure if my feet are tender because of the chemotherapy or because of my walks.  And I’m not sure if my lips are blistered because of the chemotherapy or because I spent last weekend in the sun with some terrific mission friends, hiking, canoeing, going off the zip line, singing around the campfire, and visiting.  Either way, life is good.  Thank you MBM (and the Heaton’s) for a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1045628561420941219?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1045628561420941219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1045628561420941219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1045628561420941219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1045628561420941219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-1568588866111874825</id><published>2008-08-31T20:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:19:03.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If wishes could come true...</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful eleven days in Arizona.  I spent time with my daughter Jenna and her family in St. Johns.  And time with my son Daniel and his family in Phoenix.  If wishes could come true I would wish for all my kids to live closer together.  Not only so they could enjoy time with each other but also, selfishly, so I could see the whole family often.  I thoroughly enjoyed my visit with my Arizona families but I had to hold back tears of sadness when it was time to leave.  I wish they lived closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is the light of my life.  When I first had surgery to remove the cancer found in April of 2006 my son Daniel and his wife Holly stayed with me, waking up in the middle of the night to give me medication and take care of the tubes left in my body from the surgery.  Holly was just finishing finals and within days of graduating from BYU, plus she was seven months pregnant.  When I returned home from my mission to Boston in March of this year my daughter Mauri and her two girls came by every day to bring me a limeade from Sonic, wash my hair, pick up prescriptions, or just let those two precious girls, ages 2 and 3 1/2, jump on the bed with me in it.  That’s what life’s all about!  Mauri was eight months pregnant.  A month later my daughter Jenna came up from St. Johns, Arizona with her two kids to not only help me but also help her sister who was ready to have her baby any day.  How grateful I am that we’re all there for one another.  Than there is my mom and dad, both there for me when I returned home from Boston.  My mom stayed with me for a month driving me to radiation every day.  Driving me to every doctor’s appointment almost on a daily basis.  Bringing me every meal in bed.  She tag teamed with my dad and than he took over taking care of me.  What would I do without my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in church today and looked around at my ward congregation, I counted my blessings.  What a miracle these amazing people are in my life.  They too are my family, with loving support, words of encouragement, phone calls, and care.  What would I do without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Labor Day and I’ll contact my doctor the following day, on Tuesday so I can get my prescription to start my next type of chemotherapy.  We’ll give it a try for six weeks and see how it does.  Why are so many people dieing of cancer?  Why is it so prevalent?  Is it a test?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove home from Arizona yesterday I had a CD in the car playing a song with words that touched me.  Thought I’d like to share it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I place my trust in Him alone.  He knows the yearnings of my soul.  Because He believes in me, I will go willingly.  How can I keep this gift to myself, when I can lift somebody else?  I am a witness of His miracles and His mercy.   I put my future in His hands, knowing He’s made me all I am.  When I put my faith in Him the truth begins to speak.  His power is real; it moves me until I will not be still.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Judy sent me a quote the other day that I also liked, “God doesn’t promise us tomorrow, but He does promise us eternity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Jenna and her husband Jared spoke in church last Sunday on gratitude.  Jared said, how grateful he was to have the opportunity to speak because it caused him to think about gratitude all week and recognize all the things he was grateful for.  He challenged everybody to act as if they were asked to speak on gratitude the next Sunday just so they could contemplate what they were grateful for all week long.  I feel the same way about dieing.  If you thought you were going to die next week how would you live your life?  What would be some of the thoughts on your mind?  How would you act towards others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-1568588866111874825?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1568588866111874825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=1568588866111874825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1568588866111874825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/1568588866111874825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-wishes-could-come-true.html' title='If wishes could come true...'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-6011843990047513799</id><published>2008-08-18T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:43:57.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling terrific</title><content type='html'>I went in for radiation today and for my bone strengthening I.V. (Zometa).  Normally that whole procedure would take an hour.  Three hours later I’m driving away.  That hospital was a busy place today.  At least I had a nice visit with my doctor while I was waiting.  He said they would probably start my new chemotherapy treatment in a week or so.  Hooray ~ that gives me a chance to head down to Arizona for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile when the doctors tell me I look good.  I tell them, "I always tell sick people they look good too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I’m going to my daughter Mauri’s where we’ll have a swim party with my grandkids.  In the afternoon I have my last radiation treatment then I’ll head down to Arizona.  Last night I went for a two hour walk with my cousin Daneen.  We walked up Provo Canyon passed Bridal Veil Falls and saw the remains of the fire that lasted for two weeks during the end of July and beginning of August.  I’m glad the fire has finally stopped but it took with it some historical landmarks.  No silly, not the waterfalls… they’re still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling terrific.  Normally the bone strengthening makes my bones ache for a couple of days but the last few months I haven’t noticed it.  Maybe my pain tolerance is rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you so much for all your kind messages, emails, phone calls, and visits.  YOU ALL ARE FABULOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are planning on coming to my BYU graduation, don’t pack your bags quite yet.  Even though I only have four classes left, I only take one class a semester!  I don’t know how the kids do it these days.  They take four or five classes a semester and still have a social life on top of that.  Do they study?  I certainly study harder now compared to the study habits I had when I first attended BYU.  I can only focus on one class at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-6011843990047513799?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6011843990047513799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=6011843990047513799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6011843990047513799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/6011843990047513799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-went-in-for-radiation-today-and-for.html' title='I&apos;m feeling terrific'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974107887238829536.post-136399747621223103</id><published>2008-08-14T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:24:11.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where it all started</title><content type='html'>In April of 2006 I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  The doctor performed a lumpectomy and felt like he got a clear margin.  I heard at that time one out of every eight women get breast cancer.  I was gathering anybody who wanted to be in my circle of eight so I could take one for the team.  Everybody has cancer cells in their body.  However, in my situation you just don’t know if there were cancer cells in other parts of my body already developing.  I did not do any type of chemotherapy or radiation.  A year and a half went by and I started feeling pain in my back.  I thought I had simply overextended myself and felt a little rest would relieve the pain.  Two and a half months later I was still feeling the pain and it was getting worse.  I went to several doctors and got several x-rays and ultrasounds.  They couldn’t figure out what was wrong.  By March of 2008 I decided to do an MRI.  By that point I couldn’t even get out of bed.  Standing, sitting, or walking was excruciating and I could only do that for about 30 seconds before I had to lay down.  Lying flat was my only source of relief.  The word ‘excruciating’ had never entered my vocabulary before.  The MRI showed I had a crushed vertebrae.  No wonder why I was feeling so much pain when I stood.  My back couldn’t hold the pressure of standing.  Realizing at that point the cancer was back, no pun intended.  It had eaten away at the vertebrae.  Surgery was performed to put a little dollop of “cement” in that vertebrae.  Oh, that felt much better.  Two months after the surgery the pain was almost gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the cement surgery I had a PET Scan to see the extent of how much cancer was in my body.  It was in my spine, right hip, and neck.  I had four weeks of radiation in my spine and started Zometa a bone strengthening injection and Fulvestrant a monthly cancer treatment shot.  The cancer count was going down from March to July.  But by August it went back up.  Another PET Scan (on August 4) found it was now eating away at my right hip and in my lungs and liver.  The doctors were fearful I would break my hip so they immediately started radiation on my right hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to today.  The radiation lasts ten days, I’m seven days into it.  I’m feeling better, I don’t have as much pain in my hip.  I really didn’t have much pain to begin with, I only noticed pain if I would pivot on it wrong.  I had a visit with my doctor today to find out now what type of chemotherapy we should start.  My hopes were high and I felt optimistic.  My daughter Mauri went with me to the doctor.  We had our pad of paper with all our questions ready.  Sometime next week, he wants to start me on Xeloda.  He will continue the Zometa, the bone strengthening injection.  Xeloda is chemotherapy in a pill form.  There are lots of side effects, like, blisters on the palms of my hands or bottom of my feet, sores in my mouth, and nausea.  Attitude wise, I’m ready to tackle this.  I feel strong and healthy.  I try to walk or ride my bike as often as I can.  And the doctor told me to continue my daily regime as long as I don’t feel any pain.  So if any of you want to go for a walk or bike ride, give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mauri had the wonderful idea to start this blog.  I will post as often as I can and express my thoughts and feelings and what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why people are dealt the cards they have but I’ll play this hand and pray for an Ace up my sleeve.  Today the doctor told me 50% of people in my situation will die within two years.  I however, will be in the second 50% and I’ll still be sitting here in twenty years.  I have three children, their spouses, and seven grandchildren.  The seventh one will be born in December.  I still have lots of baptisms, graduations, and weddings ahead of me.  One of those graduations is mine.  And you’re all invited!!!  I only have four classes left at BYU and I’ll get my Bachelors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all your love, support, and prayers.  A person can never have too many friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974107887238829536-136399747621223103?l=darlasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/136399747621223103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974107887238829536&amp;postID=136399747621223103' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/136399747621223103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974107887238829536/posts/default/136399747621223103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darlasstory.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-went-to-doctor.html' title='Where it all started'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02861896154172375089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
