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Reflections on OCNA conference

August 14, 2009

It has been a little over a month following my third trip to Washington D.C for the OCNA conference. This conference is sponsored by the Ovarian Cancer National Alliance and is filled with opportunities to gain information on the latest research and treatments, network with other survivors or supporters and also advocate for the disease.

This year was absolutely a wonderful experience on so many levels! The first year I attended with my mother, one of the most fond memories that I shared with her was walking around capitol hill and speaking with the politicians demanding change for this disease. The second year was made in honor of my mother as she had died 6 months earlier. This year was ver empowering and purposeful.

I was amazed and encouraged to meet so many wonderful daughters who attended the conference! What a force we are in the face of this disease! We have heavy hearts, fresh faces and fighting spirits determined to change things in honor of our mothers and in dedication to the next generation of daughters who are cheering us on! Looking forward to all the great work that this group is capable of!

Please post your ideas about September awareness month and what you are doing in your communities. I will be calling all television stations and newspaper editors today to ask who would be interested in a piece about OVCA awareness and womens health.

Hello brave women of teal! I am so looking forward to meeting wonderful individuals who have been touched by ovarian cancer. Together we can make a difference for the next generation.

April 25, 2009


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March 24, 2009

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Your Mother is Always with You

She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.

She’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.

She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.

She’s crystallized in every tear drop.

She’s the place you came from, your first home.

She’s the map you follow with every step you take.

She’s your first love and your first heartbreak.

And nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, Not space, Not even death will ever separate you from your mother.

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She hoped, She had dreams, she had wishes.

She thought, she pondered, she feared, she asked, she waited, she prayed, she heard, she froze, she wept, she grieved.

I wept, I grieved, I feared, I loved.

We clenched our fists, we loved harder, we laughed more, we prayed more, we sang louder, we sang louder, we cried often, we fought the good fight, we learned how to live.

I will remember, I will fight, I will stand, I will ask, I will demand, I will honor, I will preserve a life that had much left to live.