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	<title>Noooo Problem</title>
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		<title>Happy Holidays</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<category term="Thoughts" />
		<updated>2007-12-26T01:49:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-12-26T01:49:00Z</published>
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;And I hope all of your wishes in the New Year come true!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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		<summary>&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;And I hope all of your wishes in the New Year come true!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 ...</summary>
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	<entry>
		<title>Looking At What Is Possible</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-12-07T01:35:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-12-07T01:35:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I asked my mom,”
Do you see me as a disabled person?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;My mom said,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; No,
look at all that you have accomplished.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;Even with all of your circumstances you never stop, that is not a
disabled person.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I started to look
at my accomplishments and I saw everything I have done.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I now get that, yes, my life is inspiring but
I too have bumps in the road “disabilities”!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I realized that
there is no such thing as a “disabled person” WE ALL have some disabilities, in
the form of circumstances, that stop us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;









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	<entry>
		<title>Getting Difficult</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-12-03T01:32:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-12-03T01:32:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I have a hard time typing on the computer now.&amp;nbsp; I can only be at
the computer a few minutes at a time.&amp;nbsp; Then take a break&amp;nbsp; and come back
to it.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
		<summary>I have a hard time typing on the computer now.&amp;nbsp; I can only be at&lt;br&gt;
the computer a few minutes at a time.&amp;nbsp; Then take a break&amp;nbsp; and come back&lt;br&gt;
to it. ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Happy Thanksgiving</title>
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		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-11-27:0b6258d3-fd57-4f64-861e-168eace72a76</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-11-27T17:59:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-11-27T17:59:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 200px;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 80px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Cornucopias, pumpkin pies and canned yams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sharing thanks with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Family &amp;amp; friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angelic faces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Smiles in lines&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy, prayers and gratefulness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All Creates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;div style="margin-left: 200px;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-left: 80px;"&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Cornucopias, pumpkin pies and canned yams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sharing thanks with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Family &amp; friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Angelic faces&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Smiles in lines&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Joy, prayers and gratefulness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All Creates&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Happy Thanksgiving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Good Times! A trip to Hawaii</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-11-10T20:09:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-11-10T20:09:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I am back!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I know I have not written a bog in a while and I am sorry, but thank you for giving me my space. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to Hawaii!! It was all made possible by my loving family Nando, Christy, Diego, Suzi, Bob, and Aunt Tina.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hawaii was the best experience and I had the best time.&amp;nbsp; I went parasailing!&amp;nbsp; It was the most freeing experience I have ever had!&amp;nbsp; I am grateful.&amp;nbsp; Parasailing is one of the things I have always wanted to do.&amp;nbsp; My mother and I did something special everyday but most of all we enjoyed driving around Maui.&amp;nbsp; My mom got easily lost but she had me as the co-pilot, with a map on my lap we didn’t get lost, and continued our sense of adventure. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was the first time we have had the opportunity to experience this special time together.&amp;nbsp; We shared many special moments together on an everyday basis.&amp;nbsp; It was refreshing and I was grateful to God for the special moments and that we returned to our home safely to continue this adventurous feeling for life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My dad joined us for 3 days in Hawaii.&amp;nbsp; That’s when we did more exploring.&amp;nbsp; We shared watching the sunset on the beautiful waters of Maui.&amp;nbsp; Toasted with Mai Tai’s, how blessed we are that we got a chance to experience that together.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After I came back from Hawaii, I went to the doctor and got MRI done and everything turned out all right.&amp;nbsp; The tumor is stable and I am happy. &lt;br&gt;Thank you for your prayers.&lt;br&gt;Veronica&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
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	<entry>
		<title>Tough Times</title>
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		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-10-16:17d530a8-4e41-4238-b10f-2118595c4680</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-10-16T19:53:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-10-16T19:53:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;This all started four of five weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; The tumor changed, all my plans changed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The insurance was the most annoying.&amp;nbsp; My mom is the bomb, she was on the phone fighting with the insurance for two whole weeks, she even was on two phones literally 24 hours a day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was at the doctors every single day. I was getting tired of it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the time I was scheduled for the MRI I was really tired.&amp;nbsp; I was so out of it I could not even hear my results. I kept thinking… just putone foot in front of the other.&amp;nbsp; But I was feeling like I took two steps back. I started feeling a lack of focus and concentration. My speech was getting worse. I got scared when I felt this happening to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am still scared that it will continue this way. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
		<summary>This all started four of five weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; The tumor changed, all my plans changed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The insurance was the most annoying.&amp;nbsp; My mom is the bomb, she was on the phone fighting with the insurance for two whole weeks, she even was on two phones literally 24 hours a day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I was at the doctors every single day. I was getting tired of it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
By the time I was scheduled for the MRI I was really tired.&amp;nbsp; I was so out of it I could not even hear my results. I kept thinking… just putone foot in front of ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Veronica's Fund Raising Event</title>
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		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-10-11:bd4fee45-509a-4704-8b26-58de45c1e9f0</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-10-11T19:15:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-10-11T19:15:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The Art of the Brain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Art of the Brain was a terrific event.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Cloughsey and his team are an amazing example of the difference doctors can make today.&amp;nbsp; Brain cancer has taken strides, but it is still a big struggle to treat this disease, and still… we will never give up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was proud to be part of the event; I had my life story painted by an amazing artist, she painted my friend Katie and I when we were younger it is set on the beach with the two of us laying together with butterflies all around us.&amp;nbsp; I had my family with me and I heard whispers about what Kelly had painted.&amp;nbsp; I went to go see it and I immediately went into tears. It was ten times more than I imaged it to be.&amp;nbsp; Emotions welled in me, happiness and this freeing feeling that built up and set me free from my fears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was and I am thankful that the painting touched so many people. I knew the painting would find a home that would appreciate it even though I wanted it. But, towards the end of the evening I got a neat surprise at the end of the Gala. Meritt Elloit, the director of the art shown at the Gala, said I could have the painting and I was overjoyed. Now, each time I see the painting I see my butterfly Katie watching over me! What a blessing!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The Art of the Brain&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Art of the Brain was a terrific event.&amp;nbsp; Dr. Cloughsey and his team are an amazing example of the difference doctors can make today.&amp;nbsp; Brain cancer
has taken strides, but it is still a big struggle to treat this disease, and still… we will never give up.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I was proud to be part of the event; I had my life story painted by an amazing artist, she painted my friend Katie and I when we were younger it is set on the beach with the two of
us laying together with ...&lt;/font&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Words Cannot Express...</title>
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		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-09-20:c9a772b0-549b-4cb5-9ae6-6d2109fd8bbf</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<category term="Thoughts" />
		<updated>2007-09-20T19:36:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-09-20T19:36:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;Last Thursday, something amazing happened to me. I cannot express my appreciation enough. It means the world to me. So many people were praying for me all at the same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was truly touched and it was a wonderful feeling. I am thankful to have so many family and friends to pray and think about me. Thank you for the strength that you sent to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Veronica&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
		<summary>Last Thursday, something amazing happened to me. I cannot express my appreciation enough. It means the world to me. So many people were praying for me all at the same time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I was truly touched and it was a wonderful feeling. I am thankful to have so many family and friends to pray and think about me. Thank you for the strength that you sent to me.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Veronica&lt;br&gt;
...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Steriods</title>
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		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-09-13:df8be6cc-07a8-42f2-a516-c277cb7b5cf1</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Chemo" />
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-09-13T20:36:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-09-13T20:36:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn’t know what was going on with me. I would cry out of nowhere, I would scream even if the slightest thing annoyed me, and if someone touched me it made my skin crawl. Oh my goodness, it was strong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The new chemo takes 5 to 6 weeks to take affect. Therefore, the doctors put me on steroids to help the swelling in my head go down.&amp;nbsp; My doctors are starting wean me off the steroids. Thank God! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
		<summary>AddedBodyStart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br&gt;didn’t know what was going on with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br&gt;would cry out of nowhere, I would scream even if the slightest thing annoyed&lt;br&gt;me, and if someone touched me it made my skin crawl.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my goodness, it was strong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The&lt;br&gt;new chemo takes 5 to 6 weeks to take affect.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Therefore, the doctors put me on steroids to help the swelling in my&lt;br&gt;head go down.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My doctors are starting&lt;br&gt;to wean me off the steroids.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank God! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ...</summary>
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	<entry>
		<title>A Meeting With Artist</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-09-13T20:34:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-09-13T20:34:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;There is Gala Event at UCLA and my doctor nominated me to be part of this event. I am honored and thankful for this opportunity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got matched up with an artist who is going to paint my life story. She is amazing. Not just the way she paints, it’s her energy that radiates from her heart. We connected on a strong level. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her art show was in San Diego so I went to see it; this was first my time going back to San Diego since I was hospitalized. I thought it was going to be hard with all my emotions but it was actually freeing and that brought to peace to my heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
		<summary>AddedBodyStart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;There is Gala Event&lt;br&gt;at UCLA and my doctor nominated me to be part of this event.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am honored and thankful for this opportunity.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got matched up with an artist who is going to&lt;br&gt;paint my life story.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is&lt;br&gt;amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not just the way she paints,&lt;br&gt;it’s her energy that radiates from her heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We connected on a strong level.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;Her art show was&lt;br&gt;in &lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;San Diego&lt;/st1:City&gt; so I went to see it; this ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Before the Tumors</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-09-13T20:32:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-09-13T20:32:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I used to go swimming a lot. It was freeing. The pool is a place where I can clear my mind. I was afraid I wasn’t going be in the pool again because of the brain tumors’ affect on my body.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I declared I would get in the pool again. So, this semester I enrolled in Swimming Class. I didn’t think it will be the same thing but I fell in love all over again. It’s a little bit different but it’s everything I hoped for.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I used to go&lt;br&gt;
swimming a lot. It was freeing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; The pool&lt;br&gt;
is a place where I can clear my mind. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;br&gt;
was afraid I wasn’t going be in the pool again because of the brain tumors’ affect&lt;br&gt;
on my body.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="3"&gt;I declared I would&lt;br&gt;
get in the pool again.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; So, this semester&lt;br&gt;
I enrolled in Swimming Class.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; I didn’t&lt;br&gt;
think it will be the same thing but I fell in love all over again.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; It’s a little bit different but it’s everything&lt;br&gt;
I hoped for.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; I am ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>MRI - Another Change</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Chemo" />
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-08-21T03:09:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-08-21T03:09:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRI&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That wait for the doctor… goes on forever … goes on … like the energizer bunny, accept there is no energy and it’s just still. That is how I know something is going on, and I know it’s not good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Doctor came in and said there is a change.&amp;nbsp; I, by now, accept that there is change for the time being. I followed my doctor into the room where they have the MRI picture. I saw the growth. Enough growth that my doctor saw fit to change my chemo.&amp;nbsp; I frankly saw the chemo was strong for me (that’s a big under statement).&amp;nbsp; I was glad to let it go, but it also meant the tumor spread.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Normally I would bounce back from the bad news, but this I time could not.&amp;nbsp; I cried or worried nearly every night.&amp;nbsp; One night I was crying, and my Mom, Dad, and Gina all came in to support me (I am grateful for my family).&amp;nbsp; I said I was sick and tired of being sick and tired of the bad news… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I store all this pain inside and then I become suppressed with anger at myself and others who are around me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am letting this feeling go.&amp;nbsp; I am going to do this in a few ways. One is I am going to sing and dance my way to health.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
		<summary>      &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRI&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That wait for the doctor… goes on forever … goes on …
like the energizer bunny, accept there is no energy and it’s just
still. That is how I know something is going on, and I know it’s
not good.&lt;br&gt;
</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Send me positive thoughts</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-08-09T16:56:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-08-09T16:56:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;div&gt;This email was sent out to Veronica's special friends. I know that everyone out there is a special friend. All, let's build our posititve thoughts into a force of nature and love.... Kathy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My MRI was today and the tumor&amp;nbsp;has grown.&amp;nbsp; Time for a new plan.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I writing to you because you have been a blessing&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, keep on sending me positive thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;div&gt;This email was sent out to Veronica's special friends. I know that everyone out there is a special friend. All, let's build our posititve thoughts into a force of nature and love.... Kathy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My MRI was today and the tumor&amp;nbsp;has grown.&amp;nbsp; Time for a new plan.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I writing to you because you have been a blessing&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, keep on sending me positive thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Veronica&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Losing My Speech</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-07-03T04:10:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-07-03T04:10:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I remember when I lost my speech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; I was at University of San Diego and I had to meet my classmates to discuss a project.&amp;nbsp; I came in prepared because I did part of the research.&amp;nbsp; I could not put two words together.&amp;nbsp; I did not know what was going on with me, in lieu of me dropping a pen, tripping, and my notes were running off the page.&amp;nbsp; I knew something was wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was in between surgery and rehabilitation and I do remember when reality hit me in the face.&amp;nbsp; I had an elaborate schedule for rehab: physical therapy, occupational therapy and speech therapy.&amp;nbsp; My nurses were telling me it was a huge undertaking and I said I am ready.&amp;nbsp; My first day, I could handle me not being able to walk, I could handle me not being able to use both hands, but I could not handle me not being able speaking.&amp;nbsp; I didn’t even finish my session because I was crying.&amp;nbsp; I felt defeated and I couldn’t express myself.&amp;nbsp; All I could do is just cry.&amp;nbsp; Most of all, I was not going to be able fulfill my dreams of becoming a spokesperson on behalf children with cancer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I asked myself what’s next.&amp;nbsp; I did this before so I gathered strength from God, myself, family, friends, faith community, and everyone who offered me support.&amp;nbsp; It’s going to be hard (hard is the under statement) and I am going do it.&amp;nbsp; I became focused like nobody’s business.&amp;nbsp; I was out of rehab in two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Each morning I was faced with the choice to live or to just hang there. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At the hospital, it was easier because there was a set schedule and were professionals that&amp;nbsp; knew how my speech works.&amp;nbsp; At home, it was whole different story.&amp;nbsp; I was grateful to be home but I didn’t know how to commutate what I wanted.&amp;nbsp; I was crying every day and I was frustrated … ten fold.&amp;nbsp; My frustration turned into rage.&amp;nbsp; I did not want be this way so I went work. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It took a long time for me to get where I am today and I am still working very hard on my speech.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;b&gt;I remember when I lost my speech.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; I was at University of San Diego and I had to meet my classmates to discuss a project.&amp;nbsp; I came in prepared because I did part of the research.&amp;nbsp; I could not put two words together.&amp;nbsp; I did not know what was going on with me, in lieu of me dropping a pen, tripping, and my notes were running off the page.&amp;nbsp; I knew something was wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was in between surgery and rehabilitation and I do remember when reality hit me in the face.&amp;nbsp; I had an elaborate schedule for rehab: physical ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>MRI Not As Promising</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Growing Challenges" />
		<updated>2007-07-01T03:51:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-07-01T03:51:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Last Thursday, I
had my MRI done and it wasn’t as promising as I thought. I feel good.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been speaking well (more than
ever).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been walking better and
the motion that is in hand is improving.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;It does not make
any sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Get with it, brain!!&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel this is not fare. More so, I am afraid.
&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I am going to keep
doing what I am doing.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am not going to
give up or give in. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Keep on praying
and keep on sending good thoughts to me.&lt;/p&gt;

</content>
		<summary>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Last Thursday, I  had my MRI done and it wasn’t as promising as I thought. I feel good.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been speaking well (more than  ever).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been walking better and  the motion that is in hand is improving.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;It does not make  any sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Get with it, brain!!&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I feel this is not fare. More so, I am afraid.  &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Swimming and Dancing</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-06-28T03:50:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-06-28T03:50:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I started the
summer with salsa dancing, swimming, and walking with stairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salsa is difficult because I just can’t move
like I used to do: the turns, my leg, and my right arm. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I can’t stop because I enjoy it so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Swimming was my
saving grace.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It gives me chance to
clear my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The problem was that I
had not gotten into water for a really long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s noooo problem once I hit water.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I’m old pro at
walking. &lt;/p&gt;

</content>
		<summary>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I started the  summer with salsa dancing, swimming, and walking with stairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Salsa is difficult because I just can’t move  like I used to do: the turns, my leg, and my right arm. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I can’t stop because I enjoy it so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Swimming was my  saving grace.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It gives me chance to  clear my head.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The problem was that I  had not gotten into water for a really long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Graduation from Santa Monica College</title>
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		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-06-13:71982571-6dea-4c04-a99f-34dfd1adb34c</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="my life" />
		<updated>2007-06-13T19:56:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-06-13T19:56:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I GRADUTED
yesterday!!!! &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://app.onlinequickblog.com/images/83416-72920/handshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;At first, it was a
hard day for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though, I knew I had
accomplished a lot, there was doubt in the back of my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;2007 was supposed to be year I graduated
from the university. I was crying all morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;My sister said,
“Look at what you’ve accomplished, no one has as much tenacity you do.”(I love my
sister).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I realized I am proud of
myself. I dried up my tears and I got dressed. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I walked out on
that field with my head held high.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then,
I celebrated with friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I am proud of myself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

</content>
		<summary>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I GRADUTED  yesterday!!!! &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;At first, it was a  hard day for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though, I knew had  accomplished a lot, there was doubt in back in mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;2007 was supposed to be year the graduated  from the university. I was crying all morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;My sister said,  “Look at what you’ve accomplished, no one as much tenacity you do.”(I love my  sister).&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Chemo and New Friend</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Chemo" />
		<updated>2007-06-04T19:53:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-06-04T19:53:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I had chemo, last
Thursday and sat next an older man.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The
man worked at UCLA.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We got into a
conversation about what people say when they see you.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;He said, “I
dislike it when people say, well, you look good.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I very quickly agreed because I may look good
but I don’t&lt;b style=""&gt; feel &lt;/b&gt;good.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I said, “I dislike it when people say are you
hanging in there?”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My answer would be I
am not hanging in there, I am living.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;There many other
topics that we related on.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Then two week
later, this man, during chemo, gave me teddy bear with a sweater that said
someone at UCLA loves you.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I gave him a
hug and thanked him.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I connected to him
and he impacted me and I made a new friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

</content>
		<summary>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I had chemo, last  Thursday and sat next an older man.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The  man worked at UCLA.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We got into a  conversation about what people say when they see you.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;He said, “I  dislike it when people say, well, you look good.”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I very quickly agreed because I may look good  but I don’t&lt;b style=""&gt; feel &lt;/b&gt;good.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I said, “I dislike it when people say are you  hanging in there?”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My answer would ...</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>I Am Love</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com/2007/05/26/i-am-love-for-me-and-for-others.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-05-26:7214a151-7bde-4695-96ad-0b6adb2167f8</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Thoughts" />
		<updated>2007-05-26T21:32:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-05-26T21:32:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">
&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I was
tossing and turning late last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I
was asking myself: Why I do push away people that I care about?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been hiding behind this nice
personality that I am mean because I am protecting myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid, that the people, who do love me,
will love me more than I love myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;
&lt;/span&gt;So, I push people away. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I am committed that I am love for myself and I am love for others. &lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

</content>
		<summary>I was asking myself: Why I do push away people that I care about?</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Good News but Chemo Is Harder</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com/2007/05/21/good-news-but-chemo-is-harder.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:mythoughts.veronicacappalonga.com,2007-05-21:4b5368d3-ec0c-44ba-b879-c022d131e63d</id>
		<author>
			<name>Veronica Cappalonga</name>
			<email>Veronica@VeronicaCappalonga.com</email>
		</author>
		<category term="Chemo" />
		<updated>2007-05-21T21:30:00Z</updated>
		<published>2007-05-21T21:30:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Last
Thursday I went to UCLA and got a MRI and got chemo.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The MRI went well and the tumor is stable.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The chemo was a lot for me this time.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt sick to my stomach whole time I was there.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The whole weekend I felt nauseous.&lt;/p&gt;

</content>
		<summary>The MRI went well and the tumor is stable.  The chemo was a lot for me this time. </summary>
	</entry>
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