my inspiration
Cancer brings a crisp urgency to every hour.
LIVE RIGHT, LIVE WELL, LIVED NOW.
Take each day and create. CREATE GOOD. CREATE LOVE.
Cancer touches everyone around it and can bring wisdom and learning.
LEARNING TO LOVE AND LET GO.
By Melissa Etheridge
THIS provides me with the inspiration for how I make my choices and how I live my life.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Pain getting worse
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
花生大事回忆之二
Monday, July 28, 2008
Near the end of first cycle
Friday, July 25, 2008
Baby Borrowers - The Show
Thursday, July 24, 2008
花生大事回忆之一
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The Successful Child
- To be a child who forms meaningful relationship with others
- To be empathetic and compassionate
- To be kind and polite
- To be smart
- To make wise choices; to think and act morally
- To have confidence
- To be healthy
- To have a healthy attitude toward sexuality
- To communicate well
- To have a joyful attitude.
We want these success tools to become part of the child's inner self - a way of thinking, a way of acting; somthing a child is, not only something the child does. Chidren take different roads to attain these goals...the children whose way lies along the more difficult roads are often the ones who best learn how to use these tools for success.
一向以来,我都没有希望花生出众或别人会他也要会。他是在“顺其发展”的前提下成长的,当然是设了边界的“顺其发展”。
Hormone Specialist
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
家庭主妇
Monday, July 21, 2008
I'm so happy (2).
I am so happy!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
一切就绪
Monday, July 14, 2008
有无搞错
热得真爽
Friday, July 11, 2008
Frist Day of First Cycle
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Cleopatra's Words
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
FAQ re Peanut
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
等结果
Monday, July 7, 2008
Medication under Investigation
Sunday, July 6, 2008
梦
荆棘鸟
Long ago, there was a bird who sang just once in its life.
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree
and it never rested until it found one.
Then it began to sing more sweetly than
any other creature on the face of the earth.
And singing, it impaled its breast on the longest, sharpest thorn.
But as it was dying, it rose above its own agony to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life for that one song
and the whole world stills to listen and God, in His heaven, smiles.
As its best was bought only at the cost of great pain.
Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,
We know........
We understand.....
And still......we do it.