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Today I was reading Westra, one of my blogger friends.
She is a wonderful Mom with two great boys, who she loves with all her heart.
She is also afflicted with breast cancer which has spread to stage 4.
Doctors tell her they can't do much but she is a fighter and so lucky to have a group of friends around her who help her and her family in their battle to save her.
Vicky's blog today enlightened me.

In my drudgery every day thinking about meals I don't really want to eat, she reminded me that there are other things, easier on the stomach, healthier, enriching and something you can carry to hockey/soccer or even the back yard to do your gardening with.
It saves you using pots and pans and washing dishes all day.
Yup.
I got out my Hamilton Beach, and pulsated my way to heaven.

I chopped up spinach, broccoli,carrot, apple, ginger, and a hand full of cherios, topped it off with a glass of water and voila, a meal fit for a Queen.

I sure enjoyed it and it took Vicky to remind me, that yes Veronica, there is a Santa Claus.

I am praying Santa Claus hears my plea to give Vicky a present she truly deserves.
Health, Love and Family.
The second two she already has and needs to keep and the first she is fighting for.

May God Bless You Vicky. This blog is for you.

Vous les femmes......... you are wonderful.....

Vous Les femmes......

Julio Iglesias is the eldest son of Dr. Julio Iglesias Puga (from Galicia) and Maria del Rosario de la Cueva y Perignat; Carlos is his younger brother. When the singer was 61 years old, his 89-year-old father sired more children: half brother Jaime (18 May 2004), half-sister Ruth (26 July 2006). Julio's siblings were born of Dr. Iglesias's second marriage to Ronna Keitt.
In the early sixties, when he was a law student in Madrid, he briefly was goalkeeper for one of Real Madrid's youth soccer teams; however, a 22 September 1963 car crash truncated his footballer's career: I had a car accident; [a] very, very strange car accident . . . I lost control of the car, and rolled it, resulting in what they call 'paraparexia', which is not a paraplegi[a]. It's a compression in the [spinal] cord, in the sense of the neck . . . my spinal cord; and I was very, very ill for three years.
His doctors thought he would never walk again, but slowly, he began recovering his health. To develop and increase the dexterity of his hands, he began playing guitar. When recovered of health, he resumed academic studies, and travelled to England to study English language, first in Ramsgate, then at Bell Educational Trust's Language School in Cambridge

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