<?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-6658760220088361149</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:51:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity Now</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my thoughts, my goals, and my way to make a difference.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MamaShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623822805419198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/ShX21jg-0oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7juq85pGFXw/S220/DSC08647.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658760220088361149.post-404040231081088689</id><published>2009-05-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:35:22.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mermaid has come to Life once Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I should be updating more often, but at times feel as though, I just have the same thing to say...UNTIL my pool gets to a very warm 88/89.  Not only,  is being in water therapeutic for my for my muscles...ITS the one place where I have freedom...AND to dance...Was finding after watching Dancing with the Stars, I found I was  feeling sorry for myself because I can not move my body the way I used...BUT when I get into the pool with My Backyard Music blaring... Mermaid Michelle can dance with ease....Serendipity... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Wish Jennifer aka Jenna, Jenni, Louise, lived closer, miss her company dearly. miss her babes...but I am certain that sleepovers, could be in the horizon (depending who likes or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dislikes their husbands, sorry but true) Enjoyed my BFF's company over the weekend for my Birthday. Gotta say, Jennifer's gift was probably one of the most thought gifts I ever got.  All gifts that make my day, to make the quality of my life just a little bit easier.  That's a true friend, and I love her so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signing off for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MamaShell ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6658760220088361149-404040231081088689?l=mamashell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/feeds/404040231081088689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/05/mermaid-has-come-to-life-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/404040231081088689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/404040231081088689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/05/mermaid-has-come-to-life-once-again.html' title='The Mermaid has come to Life once Again...'/><author><name>MamaShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623822805419198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/ShX21jg-0oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7juq85pGFXw/S220/DSC08647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658760220088361149.post-5323648832538797401</id><published>2009-05-09T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:32:17.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder if I'll get breakfast in bed tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seeing it is the ONE day that perhaps your children will put "MOM" before themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just one day where everyone can just GET along.  That is my wish for Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Mom is reaching her 39th Mother's Day, and I wonder what "one" really wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for this special day in May, after so many years of having the role of Mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my Momma to the moon and back, and I wish her... the will power, the strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and courage to quit smoking, so that we can celebrate being Moms together for many years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To MY Bestie, my BFF, Lifeline...Jennifer, I always knew you would make a great Mom, but YOU surpassed my expectations dude.  Three at one time to boot!   7 1/2 year olds, Josh, Joey, Rebecca-Michelle are a reflection of your complete, unconditional, compassionate, consistent, love and respect that you have provided your 3 Miracles.  To one Mom to another...I LOVE YOU MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to All you strong women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MamaShell :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6658760220088361149-5323648832538797401?l=mamashell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/feeds/5323648832538797401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonder-if-ill-get-breakfast-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/5323648832538797401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/5323648832538797401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/05/wonder-if-ill-get-breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Wonder if I&apos;ll get breakfast in bed tomorrow...'/><author><name>MamaShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623822805419198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/ShX21jg-0oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7juq85pGFXw/S220/DSC08647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658760220088361149.post-2296801923310785714</id><published>2009-04-29T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:05:55.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killed 2 birds with ONE stone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;April 29, 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Gotta say feeling quite pleased with myself that I did not HOLD a thing back...with all my "WaWa's"(ya know, my complaints about living with AMN). The Number #1 Energy Vampire just happened to be sitting in the Doctors office with me.  Dr.Clarke, and Metabolic peeps, spent 2 hours going over my wawa's, physical exam and when they thought we were done...BOOYA...Michelle, says to Joe Clarke, "could you possibly elaborate, on what UNDUE STRESS does to one with a condition like myself". He explained...I understood... Metabolic peep says "Have you thought about getting some personal therapy?" I looked at her and said..."I have been asking MY husband to get help for our family for a long time." ALL EYES TURNED TO THE ENERGY VAMPIRE. Dr. Clark asked him..."So you get it, right"...Paul said "Yes".  I hope what I have succeeded in doing today, is going to make a difference, in my life, my children's and for the future of this family's happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6658760220088361149-2296801923310785714?l=mamashell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/feeds/2296801923310785714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/04/killed-2-birds-with-one-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/2296801923310785714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/2296801923310785714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/04/killed-2-birds-with-one-stone.html' title='Killed 2 birds with ONE stone...'/><author><name>MamaShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623822805419198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/ShX21jg-0oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7juq85pGFXw/S220/DSC08647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658760220088361149.post-5782432283548722200</id><published>2009-04-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:43:24.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awareness of ALD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-size: medium; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today, another beautiful spring day....my tulip bulbs have emerged...Life again, before my very eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I watched Eva Lapin (link below) tell HER story of how ALD has affected her, and how it robbed her child of life, because of the misdiagnosis of ALD...I can not stress it enough....EARLY DIAGNOSES before any symptoms is KEY.  I hope that it will become a mandatory newborn test which is a simple VLCFA (very long chain fatty acid), IT HAS TO HAPPEN NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I AM trying to Twitter as many celebtwitters as possible, because this disease needs the kind of exposure that HOLLYWOOD/MEDIA can give.   Hmmm, perhaps I'll come up with my own challenge and see WHO will be the first Well known, influential, person to help save a LIFE, by bringing Adrenoleukodystrophy into the LIMELIGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please take a moment to listen to Eva Lapin, my heart was aching for this Mother who has helped so many, and hasn't stopped bringing awareness to Everyone.  It gives me MORE get up and go, and a HOLLA out to my cyberfriend/ald friend Kevin...You have done INCREDIBLE with your Awareness blog! Stay strong my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is the link...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/rX62s"&gt;http://bit.ly/rX62s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6658760220088361149-5782432283548722200?l=mamashell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/feeds/5782432283548722200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/04/awareness-of-ald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/5782432283548722200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/5782432283548722200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/04/awareness-of-ald.html' title='The Awareness of ALD'/><author><name>MamaShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623822805419198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/ShX21jg-0oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7juq85pGFXw/S220/DSC08647.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658760220088361149.post-7521214229603473619</id><published>2009-04-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:33:06.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Spring Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/Sd4_Rr-zhXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xHnFAhnWknM/s1600-h/DSC05576.JPG"&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/_pF448g1RznY/Sd4_Rr-zhXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xHnFAhnWknM/s320/DSC05576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322761382694978930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My friend Jenna, has reminded me that I MUST update my blog! Here it goes...The sun is beaming...the snow is melting...SPRING!  I love everything about this season.  5 years ago...Zach had just got home from the hospital, with his "new seeds of life" and we ventured out on my scooter finding signs of Spring everyday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My goal at present, is to keep spreading and raising awareness for ALD. Checkout my links for more info and links... Makes me feel grateful for everything that I DO have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Signing off for now...MamaShell :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6658760220088361149-7521214229603473619?l=mamashell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/feeds/7521214229603473619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-spring-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/7521214229603473619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6658760220088361149/posts/default/7521214229603473619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamashell.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-spring-days.html' title='Beautiful Spring Days'/><author><name>MamaShell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174623822805419198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/ShX21jg-0oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7juq85pGFXw/S220/DSC08647.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pF448g1RznY/Sd4_Rr-zhXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xHnFAhnWknM/s72-c/DSC05576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6658760220088361149.post-8615193010895225318</id><published>2009-03-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:53:15.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zachary's Journey...</title><content type='html'>Early 1998, I was on maternity leave with Zachary, and was enjoying being&lt;br /&gt;home with a busy baby, and helpful big sister Emily. I was considering&lt;br /&gt;about going back to the Bank part-time, but was undecided, and felt&lt;br /&gt;that maybe home is where I needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Spring of that year, I was experiencing some strange symptoms, an&lt;br /&gt;unbalanced feeling, circulation issues in my feet, and my walking&lt;br /&gt;was off...(it was pointed out to me from friends, that it looked as though&lt;br /&gt;I had been drinking) I went to see my family doctor, and at first she informed&lt;br /&gt;me that after having a baby, your body can take some time to get back to&lt;br /&gt;normal. I was not convinced, my gut, my intuition, told me there is&lt;br /&gt;something more here. I was referred to a Neurologist later that&lt;br /&gt;year, after lengthy physical, neurological testing, which included&lt;br /&gt;3 MRI's, a spinal tap, evoke potential, the Dr was stumped. I was&lt;br /&gt;showing all the clinical symptoms of primary progressive MS, yet&lt;br /&gt;no demyelination had shown on any MRI's, and my spinal tap came&lt;br /&gt;back with nothing to support an official diagnoses of MS. At the time&lt;br /&gt;I can recall the Neurologist saying, "I believe we are dealing with&lt;br /&gt;something more exotic". Nevertheless, I joined an MS support&lt;br /&gt;group, and as I sat there for the 5th meeting, I was more convinced&lt;br /&gt;than ever, that what I had was not MS...my intuition was working&lt;br /&gt;on overdrive...&lt;br /&gt;Early 1999, I was folding laundry, trying to find something on&lt;br /&gt;the TV, when I came across the local tv station talk show, who&lt;br /&gt;happened to have a top notch MS specialist as their guest, and&lt;br /&gt;he was taking calls. Just so happened that I got through to ask&lt;br /&gt;my question, I was the last caller. My question for him was "Can&lt;br /&gt;you have MS, but have brain MRI's that show no demyelination?"&lt;br /&gt;He did not say Yes, nor did he say No, but he was curious.&lt;br /&gt;I took it upon myself to get a referral to this MS specialist, who&lt;br /&gt;worked out of Toronto Western Hospital. Paul and I met with&lt;br /&gt;him, I gave him a list of all my symptoms, and after he did a&lt;br /&gt;full neurologial examination, he was puzzled. How can I be&lt;br /&gt;showing so many symptoms of MS, yet no evidence on any MRI's?&lt;br /&gt;The dr said to leave it with him, as he wanted to do some&lt;br /&gt;research, and get some input from some other specialists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer of 1999, I received a phone call from the MS doctor,&lt;br /&gt;and he wanted me to go and have blood taken to rule out&lt;br /&gt;a rare genetic disease called, Adrenomyeloneuropathy....well let&lt;br /&gt;me cut to the chase here...AMN was the "exotic" disease that I was&lt;br /&gt;officially diagnosed with.&lt;br /&gt;Although I wish the story ended there, it does not.&lt;br /&gt;Zachary's Journey just began...&lt;br /&gt;When I received the news of my diagnoses, as a Mother with AMN,&lt;br /&gt;the genetically determined neurological disorder Adrenoleukodystrophy,&lt;br /&gt;could be past on to Zachary. 50/50 chance, was what the doctor's told&lt;br /&gt;us. Bloodwork was done and sent off to Baltimore for the specific&lt;br /&gt;testing. We were told it could take a month to get the results. At that&lt;br /&gt;point, the numbers "50/50", just kept swirling in my head and the&lt;br /&gt;more I read about this horrific disease, I knew that early diagnoses of ALD is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2001, 2nd day in our very first home. I got a call from the doctor's&lt;br /&gt;office, a very empathetic sounding woman, asked "Are you sitting down"&lt;br /&gt;and "Do you have someone there with you?". I don't recall much more&lt;br /&gt;of the conversation. What I do recall, is the feeling that this&lt;br /&gt;has got to be a bad dream. It wasn't a dream, and our beautiful&lt;br /&gt;son Zach, was diagnosed with ALD. We were now being referred&lt;br /&gt;to The Hospital for Sick Kids, and an MRI was being scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the next 2 years, Zach had MRI's every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Early 2003, Zachary never showed any neurological physical symptoms, it was&lt;br /&gt;when Zach's MRI came back, showing a very small abnormality that&lt;br /&gt;had doubled in size in a span of 3 months, we were than offered the intervention&lt;br /&gt;of a Bone Marrow Transplant. As we knew that that ALD can progress rapidly,&lt;br /&gt;we placed Zach on the unrelated bone marrow registry, praying for a match.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout that year, I cherished everyday and every moment, and&lt;br /&gt;stayed positive that a match would be found. Three weeks before&lt;br /&gt;Christmas of 2003, the phone rang. An 8 out of 10 match had been&lt;br /&gt;found! Yes, it was the best news we had gotten in long time, yet&lt;br /&gt;we knew we had to prepare ourselves for the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;January 10, 2004, was a very emotional draining day, as Paul, Zach&lt;br /&gt;and I said goodbye to Emily, who thank god, was so strong and&lt;br /&gt;understanding, and had her Aunty Steph and Uncle Troy to take&lt;br /&gt;under their wings. My Mom and Dad drove us to Sick Kids that&lt;br /&gt;day, to have Zach admitted to prepare his body for the BMT (Bone Marrow&lt;br /&gt;Transplant). Instead of being solemn and sad on our drive down&lt;br /&gt;there, I pulled out my trusty joke book, and tried my best to not allow&lt;br /&gt;Zachary to feel the anxiousness and fear that we all felt.&lt;br /&gt;It was strange, when we were admitted to 8B at Sick Kids, we were&lt;br /&gt;walking in with a perfectly healthy child, but all around us, were&lt;br /&gt;innocent young children, most with Cancer, some who had been&lt;br /&gt;fighting it for most of their lives. On January 11th, Zach had a Central&lt;br /&gt;Vein Line, placed in his chest, as this is for administrating the slew&lt;br /&gt;of medications, required throughout a BMT. Throughout the next&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks, Zachary had intense chemotherapy, and radiation. It was&lt;br /&gt;heart wrenching, to see our beautiful boy, feeling so horrible, and I&lt;br /&gt;would have given anything to switch places with him.&lt;br /&gt;January 22, 2004 This is a day I will never forget. This was&lt;br /&gt;transplant day. It just so happened to also be, The Chinese New&lt;br /&gt;Year. Symbolic to me, after reading as the activities they perform&lt;br /&gt;symbolizes new life and new beginnings. The nurse came in&lt;br /&gt;and showed us the small bag of bone marrow, and for an hour&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I watched as the new seeds of life were being placed&lt;br /&gt;in our sons weak body. The sun was brilliant that day, and as I&lt;br /&gt;sat next to Zachary, I envisioned him healthy, and ALD free.&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 months Zachary had to have many different kinds&lt;br /&gt;of medications, to allow his body to accept the new bone marrow.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, our little hero, became stronger, and Doctor's were&lt;br /&gt;blown away by his recovery, and we were over the moon that&lt;br /&gt;his body was not rejecting the new seeds of life.&lt;br /&gt;During the next weeks, we were being taught how to clean&lt;br /&gt;the CVL, administrating medications orally, what foods Zach&lt;br /&gt;could and could not eat, and the measures to take to protect his&lt;br /&gt;recovering immune system. Mom, Zach and I stayed at&lt;br /&gt;the Ronald McDonald house, for 2 weeks, as Paul was at&lt;br /&gt;home, getting our house as sterile as possible.&lt;br /&gt;On March 10, 2004, home sweet home. Although I was apprehensive&lt;br /&gt;at first, as I felt it was too soon, and you become accustomed&lt;br /&gt;to hospital living, and the comfort of knowing that a nurse is&lt;br /&gt;just a click of a button away. I knew Zach was ready, and needed&lt;br /&gt;to be home. It was a surreal evening that first night, as&lt;br /&gt;it had been 3 months since are little family were all under&lt;br /&gt;one roof. It was good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;For the next following 5 months, Zach was on still many&lt;br /&gt;meds, which was draining at times, as I had to be in "nurse" mode&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes my whole day was consumed, crushing, measuring,&lt;br /&gt;finding creative ways to hide the meds in food. Zachary was a trooper&lt;br /&gt;and understood that it was these "disgusting" medications that were&lt;br /&gt;keeping him strong and infection free. We had clinic days every week&lt;br /&gt;at Sick Kids, and each visit he got stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;By September of that year, Zachary, was only on one medication&lt;br /&gt;and was going back to school. He was apprehensive, (so was I) , he felt&lt;br /&gt;different, (Zach's hair did fall out during chemo and when it grew back&lt;br /&gt;he kept wondering if the man who donated his seeds of life, had very&lt;br /&gt;dark, thick and curly hair!). He was brave. I think I cried harder that "first" day&lt;br /&gt;of school, than any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years have passed, and today, on a gorgeous Spring day in the year 2008, I am so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;proud, grateful to say that Zachary's new seeds of life are 100% engrafted, and our son&lt;br /&gt;has prevailed over ALD.&lt;br /&gt;Zachary will be starting his second year of soccer, (and determined to&lt;br /&gt;be just "defense") and working very hard to get to Grade 5. As Zach&lt;br /&gt;gets older he is much more inquisitive about his journey, and would&lt;br /&gt;like to figure out how to make that horrible dreaded medicine&lt;br /&gt;Cyclosporine, not smell and taste like skunk! (hmm perhaps he'll&lt;br /&gt;be a scientist.)&lt;br /&gt;This past February we were invited to The Time is of an Essence Gala,&lt;br /&gt;put on by the volunteers with The Myelin Project. I was asked if Zach&lt;br /&gt;could be mentioned, and introduced, I said absolutely. Well, he was&lt;br /&gt;and I was so touched by the standing ovation our little hero got. That&lt;br /&gt;night on our way home, Zach, whispered, "Mom , I feel like I was famous&lt;br /&gt;tonight". 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