Shanna is on the left dressed as Twiggy when she was 9. I thought she looked cute with short hair but she never really forgave me for the haircut. This was on a Girl Scout camping trip. I was the leader. We had dress up day facillitated by a mom who was a lounge singer and had plenty of fancy dresses to share. She was a small woman so the dresses weren't so big on the girls. Not the usual camp activity. I made most of the moms come with me. I'm not watching your girls by myself..but we had fun.
In September 2008, I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer, a huge shock to me. Within you will find my journey into the scary world of cancer and my struggles to emerge from it.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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