ROCK THE RUNWAY: Grab Your Tickets TODAY!!!

Without further adieu,

May I present to you, my fellow classmates and MODELS

YouNIGHT Empowering Events Class of 2015:

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Now, a few gals are missing here, but you can be sure to see them when you GET YOUR TICKETS and watch us

ROCK THE RUNWAY on

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22ND

(details below… Click invite below to be brought to website for TICKETS!)

*** as noted, prices increase after September 1st***

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WHAT’S THIS ALL ABOUT?

A runway show? Modeling? What’s up with all this?… When did 24 Cancer survivors (Yup. That’s how many cancer “butt-kickers” will be workin’ it on that stage) find the time to invest in a modeling career AND kick cancer to the curb?

Well, here’s the deal.  “YouNight Empowering Events”  is a program that invites cancer SURVIVORS (That term defines women, AND MEN now, too!… We have 2 handsome fellas in our class this year) that may be at the end of their treatment, just finished, or have survived it years ago.  A survivor is a SURVIVOR!  And this program gives them a chance to SHINE!

THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE

Did I get cheesy there? Maybe.  But seriously,  when patients go through what they go through… they can experience some pretty dark days.  When you’re rolling along in the middle of your life, and … BOOM… your diagnosis lands before you like a BOMB, you’re forced to face the unknown.  You have no choice, but to let go of your control, let go of your previous idea of what your motherhood (or fatherhood) looked like,  let go of the way you did things, the way you put food on the table, the way you put things away in your house, let go of whether or not you wanted people to help (not that you’re ungrateful, but it’s a sacrifice of so much of your independence), let go of the way you dressed (because you didn’t feel good enough to care or because your port showed when you put that shirt on or hurt under those straps), or even let go of the way you wore your hair (because you didn’t have any). It’s a lot to let go of. Without asking. … Cancer could very possibly put out that light that once shined very brightly for a lot of people.

But in my experience… Cancer was a blessing.

In my experience… Cancer lit up areas in my family’s life that we had trouble lighting up before.

Cancer was very, very, VERY humbling.

Yet, Cancer was … somehow… some way… very

EMPOWERING,

ENCOURAGING,

and oddly enough…

HEALING!

BREAST CANCER ANGEL

This program, “YouNight”” (click the link for their Facebook Page), confirms so much of what I felt all throughout my journey this past year.  When I first felt my lump, I just knew that “every little thing was gonna be alright”.  Everyone kept asking for a miracle, and I knew there would be one, but (sorry to be so redundant on this point) I didn’t think it would be some crazy healing of my body, but it would be miraculous, in part, just in the very fact that so many people were praying!  I felt the healing had to happen in my family because, previously in my life, I had struggled with body and self image issues, and although I’ve always been a very positive person (always wanting to be out and about with friends, never wanting to miss a thing, out there living and loving life) I still felt myself to be lesser than others, or not “pretty enough”, not as good as, etc.  I grew up striving for everything, never giving up and encouraging everyone else to do the same.  However, when I came home, I’d pick myself apart thinking, “Why’d you say that?.. do that? not say that?… not do that?, etc.” It’s a vicious, vicious cycle that so many of us, especially women, do to ourselves.

When I gave birth to my first born, A GIRL, I was so scared.  Not to be a mom.  I was thrilled for that!  But being that she was A GIRL, I was afraid that she’d struggle with the same crud that I did.  But I knew there was a reason God didn’t give a boy to this tomboy mama. SHE made me want to be better. She made me take a look at myself and HEAL. …  But clearly God has a sense of humor and knew I needed more motivation than just ONE GIRL.  I now have FOUR GIRLS and ONE BOY (‘cuz every body needs a little flattery once in a while, too, right?!).

Breast Cancer was my answer, my opportunity, and my miracle.

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When I lost my hair, I knew that NOW WAS MY CHANCE to transform beauty!  We talked about how Mommy’s eyes and smile were still going to be the same.  My hugs were the same.  My laugh was the same.  My voice, my stories, my… everything else was the same.  It was only hair.  Hair doesn’t make the person beautiful.  Inside makes you beautiful.  (Take a look back at my blog the day I first shaved my head (into a Mohawk, first, of course), and once all was gone, asked the kids to draw pics of how my kids “saw” me even without hair: OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD: HAIR TRANSFORMATION, or when my son first was brave enough to “pet my head”: THE DUDE: HE MAKES ME, HE BREAKS ME, or my favorite: VANITY OF VANITES: WHO NEEDS HAIR.)  They got it.  And we’ll all be forever changed because of this year.  My daughters will grow and move on with a stronger foundation knowing who they are as truly beautiful women of God, and my son can confidently look in the mirror himself knowing what’s important and, hopefully, treat and look at girls as “ladies” and with respect.  All because of little ol’ cancer.

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After all that, when I learned about YouNight, and all that they do, not just “the night of”, but for months before the event even happens, I learned that they bring the models together for workshops, photo shoots, FUN nights, offer opportunities of healing with ministers, retreat days, etc.,  I was all about it! (‘Cuz I gotta admit, before I knew all the info, my former self tried to speak out and say, “NO! Don’t do it.. You’re no model. What’ll people say?” But I didn’t have time for that, my friend, Angelle Albright, ya know from ChemoBeanies? She signed me up before I even knew about it anyway! Haha! So glad she did! Angelle to the rescue … AGAIN!) ‘Cuz they’re about so much more than flashy clothes and pretty poses.  They’re healing survivors at the end of a long journey.  Cleaning them up after climbing Mt. Everest, giving them water and nourishment from the inside out and getting them back out there with a new-found FAMILY of fellow climbers to say “WE DID IT!”

TRUE FAMILY

  So,  is”YouNight Empowering Events just some show about cancer survivors not feeling sorry for themselves anymore just because they slapped a few fancy clothes on us and let us prance around??

HECK NO!  WE WOULDN’T DO THAT!

It’s about showing cancer who’s boss because we turned a crappy situation around and made something that was supposed to be terrible into

AN OPPORTUNITY FOR STRENGTH, HEALING AND LIFE!!!

GOD KNOWS WE'RE BAD ASS

And, yes, it’s also a “Red Carpet Night” for a bunch-o-bad asses.  Pretty sure God approves that one.  He’s on our team.  I know that, or else we wouldn’t be here.

Which is another reason to check us out with our kick ass butt “boxing” theme this year!  ‘Cuz cancer didn’t stand a chance in the ring with us!

WHO SAYS GIRLS CANT FIGHT

(Sorry, David and Charles.  But it’s without saying that we know you Guys can put up your dukes!)

Besides, it’ll be FUN!  Food, Drinks, Pre-party, After party, Dancing!!!, Goofy photo booths!, (of course the modeling in between!!) and 24 Survivors lookin’  “red carpet fabulous” (thanks to the generosity of local boutiques, salons, and make-up artists) that I invite you to PLEASE come and CHEER FOR, introduce yourselves to, and pray for them and their families. Not to mention, many of our fantastic doctors and nurses will be there for you to meet and high-five for an above and beyond, miraculous…. genious… (need I say more?) job well done. Bring a friend, bring a family member, bring someone you know who’s recently been diagnosed.  I came to the show last year during my 2nd round of chemo and was. in. AWE.  It totally inspired me to beat this thing.

TOO STRONG FOR YOU

BUY A TICKET, Show some support to this incredible cause of changing,  empowering and continuing the healing process of what can sometimes be an even sneakier aftermath that follows AFTER CANCER.  YouNight has moved to the Castine Center for the first time not only with the hopes to invite more people to come support the models/survivors, but to hopefully have the funds to INVITE MORE SURVIVORS to be a part of the experience.  I 100% support this program and hope more people can experience it, too, whether they’re in the audience… or  are one day up on that runway.  Either way… GET YOUR TICKETS AND GET READY TO ROCK IT WITH US!!!

**Scroll below for behind the scenes PICS AND VIDEOS of our class never missing an opportunity to have a good time.  And to think, this is only the beginning of our “YouNight Process”  It’s gonna be such a fun ride!  I’ve been told I have a pretty “toothy grin” already, just wait ’til I’m on that runway.  I’ll be showin’ my molars!  (And bustin’ some moves, I’m sure! Can’t help it.)**

SEE YA THERE!!!

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VIDEO 1: Photo shoot Goofballs During Magazine Photo Shoot

I call this one, “Cancer You can’t Have ‘Dis No’Mo’!”

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VIDEO 2: Highlighting “Our Guys”

The Most Interesting Men In St. Tammany

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Good Times With Our New “Fam”

jenni and me lisa and candra chatty cathy's looking on handsome men sarah early working her magic this adorable little mama

candra playing dress up

 

Break On Through… To The Other Side!

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“BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIDE!” – The Doors

In the wilds of my crazy dreams (and pain killers, which I might add, I do keep at bay, from anyone with concern.  No need to offer “oils”. I got ’em already and use them like they’re goin’ out of style!  It’s all good, my friends) As I was saying…

In the wilds of my crazy dreams…  from, yes, a very intense (and more complex than ever before on my tired body) surgery, I’ve been playin’ this song over and over in my head.  Why?  Because although I’m bound from my shoulders to my hips with bandages, drains, and stitches,… I also came out of this surgery ON THE OTHER SIDE feeling no longer like a CANCER PATIENT!  (Yet, to all my fell cancer patients and friends still deep in the fight… My heart, soul, and prayers are forever at your side… No man left behind!!!  God’s got you, & Buna’s got yo’ back! ).  But why  do I feel different today?  I feel like I’m “on the other side” just by the very simplest portion of the ordeal of removing “Mrs.Peabody- the port”!  That’s right, folks, no more infusions, no need for a port anymore, so we gave the ol’ port the boot!

(And the crowd goes wild!  Yeah!!!!!!) 

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My ode to my “Napoleon Dynamite” fans out there

Feelin’ pretty darn good about that one, I must say.

THAT FEELING… is keeping me going.  ‘Cuz I can’t lose my focus in this last little stretch.  I really need a lil’ overdose of everyone’s Holy Spirit super powers in prayer to get me through this last hump.  Keeping my head in the game, ya know?

From the beginning of this race, right down the last mark of this marathon, it’s taking every last push… every last breath… every last “get up and go”/ “mind over matter”/ “wing and a prayer” that I’ve got.

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Update:

Friday’s surgery went very well.  6 1/2 hours.  They were able to clean out a lot of issues I was having from fluid back up from lymphedema and radiation scar tissue issues (Woke up feeling the difference in my arm and hand already! Relief! Woo hoo!).   Doc was also able to fix some other abdominal muscular and hernia issues, while starting over on both Phase 1 and moving on to Phase 2 of my reconstruction after the set back from the previously mentioned issues.   Basically, that means the majority of my core/torso (front and back) is under construction. Why this route?  My plan has been to remain “all natural” and avoid implants or anything foreign in my body.  (Please understand, I place absolutely NO JUDGEMENT on anyone else’s decision if different.  It was my personal feeling for my body and what that would mean for my life and upkeep of medical procedures, etc. down the road.) This is A LOT now, but it also means it ENDS now.  For my family, for me.  This is what we wanted.  This needed to be the end of the road for us.  I’ve kinda been the type this whole year to do things as tough as they needed me to do as long as it meant we’d be “gettin’ ‘er done”.  Ya know, like I’ve also mentioned here and there through chemo and radiation, Belushi-style

“THANK YOU SIR, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER”- Animal House

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So where does that leave me NOW, post-op,

THIS GO ‘ROUND? 

Basically, I’m waking up feeling like …

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LIKE AN OCTOPUS…

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… with my 4 drains as my “tentacles”… although I can’t get them to cooperate to feel as cool and functional for parties as this table pictured above is.  Instead,  I get to wear a hospital’s version of an 80’s fanny pack to carry them in like a kangaroo under my shirt, only to appear that I’ve actually added a sagging belly during my surgery… just for kicks.  Why not?

#WhoOrderedTheHumblePie

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GOOFY, YET ENTERTAIN-ED/-ING ON PAIN MEDS…

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… Yup.  Mesmerized by my “E.T.” finger that I insisted on showing all the nurses in the recovery area (which apparently baffled me that last time I was there, too!), I took the liberty of snapping a few shots in the middle of the night to text to my dear friend MaryAlong with many more pics of how cool I felt my hand looked now that it was wrapped up all night for lymphedema prevention, making my hand look “Just like Jimmy Fallon’s hand now, riiiight?!?!”  Thankfully, she was awake already.  Pretty sure we’re still friends.  😉

#BestFriendsInFallon

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IN LOVE WITH MY FAMILY…

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… My family always has been, and remains my motivation, my heart, and my greatest support.  (You may see all of my kids, my hubbie, mom, and bro… but clearly, you’re still not gettin’ the big picture of ALL the fam that I’m talking about!)  Yet again, being in the hospital lent another opportunity for us to step away from the chaos of the daily routines and chores and spend time together.  As you can see above, we goofed off for pictures, I was showered with “very original” cards from the kids,  we played games, read stories and watched a few shows together.  I had one-on-one time with my husband and my dad for meals that we don’t normally get to do.  I’ll cherish those times in my memory forever!

There was even a point when my health took a little downward turn and my blood count dropped from what normally should be 14 and 36 and was 7 and 21.  Not so good!  I needed a second blood transfusion (after having one just after surgery as well) and needed to stay an additional day (now 2 days longer than what my family was originally thinking).  So what did we do about it?  We partied!  We took the kids straight over from school to the hospital for PIZZA PARTY in my room!  We made it fun with another round of charades and topped it off with making our very own MUSIC VIDEO for Dr. Sullivan at the end.  You heard me.  Our personal “How to Whip and Nae Nae” video just for him (involving kids jumping out of closets, a toddler dancing down to the ground, and even Mommy finding some kind of freak adrenaline rush just 30 minutes  after my transfusion ended and holding on to kids and chairs to get in on the action! What? If ya can’t beat ’em … join ’em!… Yes.  I am “that patient” that makes my nurses nervous.  But I also must say, I’m also “that patient” that doesn’t let the hospital bed mold around me and gets off my tooshy so I can get better.  I promise, though, I won’t make music videos a regular thing.

#EvenPostOpMamaStillHadGame

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FEELING PROUD AND EAGER FOR WHAT’S AHEAD

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This is, as I mentioned, a major FINISH LINE, so to speak for me.  I’m paying no heed to the 5 years to the cure. I mean, naturally, I will take care of myself, continue with all of my check ups, etc., but it is my time (after I recover from this surgery-delio) to live my life as a SURVIVOR,  MOVE ON… and give back!  Dang it.. that’s exactly what I plan to do.  So, stay with me, and we’ll move mountains!

Because, as promised in my trust, hope, and faith that I felt in those little prayers and songs that God’s been singin to me since the beginning of all of this…

EVERY LIL’ THING … IS HAS BEEN and IS GONNA CONTINUE TO BE ALRIGHT!!!

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Again, I thank all of you for all of your prayers.  I thank everyone who have been so gracious to send meals and cards.  I’m thankful to my absolutely amazing doctors/surgeons and nurses and staff at the St.Charles Surgical Center for taking the best care of me AND SO MANY WOMEN THAT COME THROUGH THOSE DOORS.  I know I can say that you made me feel so at home while I was there.  I loved every conversation that I had with each and every one of you in the middle of the night and all throughout the day.  When we left, we felt like we were saying goodbye to family.   I couldn’t possibly say enough about you all.

Thank you, God, for answering my prayers this year so perfectly:

“OPEN THE DOORS YOU WANT OPEN

AND CLOSE THE DOORS YOU WANT CLOSED”

We haven’t walked through a doorway yet that didn’t feel perfectly anointed.

#SomeonesWatchingOverUs

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Thank You

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