<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101467097384319543</id><updated>2009-11-22T21:32:46.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Parenting</title><subtitle type='html'>If you are a perfect parent, this blog isn't for you.  This blog is geared towards parents who are trying to be the best parent they can possibly be.  Parents who some days feel that they are hitting their heads against a brick wall.  Soccer Moms, Stay Home Dads, Single Parent homes, etc.....this blog is for you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://successatparenting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101467097384319543/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://successatparenting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101467097384319543/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>bizybee06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16761489055157067042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101467097384319543.post-3837163517958875521</id><published>2009-11-22T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:32:46.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neuroendocrine tumour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Health Update</title><content type='html'>Hi--I know it has been a little bit since I gave you an update so I will try to briefly tell you what is going on.  As you know, I was diagnosed with a very rare type of cancer on August 28 of this year.  This cancer, VIPoma, only strikes one in ten million people.  The only chance for survival is if they can locate the tumor and remove it.  If that is done successfully, I will still need to be tested every few months for the rest of  my life to check and see if the tumor has come back (which it usually does).  So far I have undergone every type of CT Scans, MRIs, Radiation Scans, Colonoscopy, and Endoscopy Outpatient surgeries in an effort for the doctors and surgeons to locate the exact location of the tumour.  All tests confirm that the nodule they see in my stomach is a Neuroendocrine Tumour, however we do not know for sure yet if it is "The VIPoma Tumour".  Now it is like a race against time for them to find where it is located.  I had an Endocopy procedure performed this past Thursday at St. Joseph's Hospital in which they thought they may have found the tumour, however they were not able to remove it because it kept "rolling into the lining of my stomach".  So, here we are.  They would like for me to give the doctor who performed the surgery on Thursday one more shot at  retrieving  the tumour.  If he is still unsuccessful, a Pancreatic Surgeon ( whom Keith and I are very familiar with by now)  will have to perform a more extensive surgery which will include exploratory surgery and a long hospital stay.  Things regarding this cancer moves rapidly because of the urgency to remove it.  One day I am attending a soccer game with the kids and receive a phone call while on the field to report to one of my six physicians or to the hospital the next day or day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next oupatient surgery is scheduled for the week after Thanksgiving and we are praying that the Surgeon is successful this time.  If not, we will have no choice but to go to plan B.  I am passed the "Why Me" phase and the bitterness and the guilt.  I now realize that God has something big for me planned.  I know this because He will never put more on you than you can bear.  Myself, my husband, and my children are all covered under a good Christian church with an open and outstanding Leader and we are committed to give of ourselves to the church as much as we can.  We also wanted our children to grow up in the church and have their own one on one relationship with the Lord.  It seems that once I decided to join the church and become more active is when the pains associated with this disease started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will beat this Cancer.  I have to.  I have too many people praying for me and too much to live for.  All of my children and my grandchild need me.  My parents are terrified they may be losing me.  Even my grandmother and extended family members call and talk to me a lot to express their concern and love for me.  Being in this church has been a blessing to me and I actually wake up thankful that I am able to go to church that day and praise the Lord.  I feel so at peace when I am there even through the pains which are unbearable at times.  I will be a living testimony to all of those struggling through and living with Cancer.  In fact, once I am better, I may start a support group for this particular cancer, VIPoma .  I want to get the word out about the symptoms and signs of this disease because usually this disease is not caught until it has already spread and it is too late.  Too date, I nor my doctors have been able to locate anybody who is still alive with this disease except me.  Yes, I do believe I will have a story and testimony to tell !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I guess that is probably the best way to describe my feelings right now towards my recent medical diagnosis.  After months of diarrhea, weakness, weight loss, back and stomach pain, etc. I have finally been given a definite diagnosis for what is wrong with me.  I have been diagnosed as having Vipoma.  Never heard of it?  Join the many doctors and other medical professionals who have been in practice for decades who also have never heard of it.  This disease is very rare and affects 1 in 10 million people.  Yes, you heard right…one in ten million people.  My Endocrinologist, who happens to be one of the top fifty in his field here has only encountered this a few times in his entire thirty plus years of practice.  One of his nurses told me that she has been working in his office for nine years and that this is the very first time that office has encountered anyone with this disease.  There is no mistake, they have run test after test after test and even repeated some of the tests just to be sure…it is definitely Vipoma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I understand, this is a very rare cancer that usually originates in the pancreatic area.  Chances of survival are greatly increased if they can find the tumors and remove them.  The problem is, although they know for sure they are in my body, they do not know exactly where they are.   Scat scans, radiation scanning, etc. have not been able to show where they are, but what it did show was another problem that I apparently have….Gallstones..one of which has calcified.  I don’t really know what a calcified Gallstone is, but I do know that the doctors are wanting to remove those gallstones as well, but their priority right now is to find the Vipoma tumors and remove them.  At this point I am told the next step is surgery, however the surgeons are in discussions as to how to proceed with that.  Did I mention how rare this is?  I am told to be patient and that they are aware of the urgency of the situation but that is very hard to do when I do not know what to expect next.  Doing nothing is not an option as of course if you do not remove these tumors it is fatal.  However, for what I have read, even if you do remove the tumors, there are no guarantees.  I read somewhere that your chances are greatly improved if they can remove it, but that by the time symptoms present themselves it has normally already spread making your chances not so good.  The survival rate for this does not seem to be really good, but I have a LOT of people praying for me so I am hopeful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could speak with someone who has this and is living with it.  Someone who can tell me that there is a LOT of hope and that though most people do not make it, there are a LOT of people who do.  But I cannot find anything like that out there on the internet, not in the forums, anywhere.  So I wait, and pray, and enjoy as much time with my kids as possible.  I am scared if you can’t tell by this posting…I am very scared.  I have hid this diagnosis from my three youngest children (ages 4, 8, and 10) because I do not want to scare them.  It just doesn’t seem fair to put something like this on them when they are working so hard in school.  I don’t want them worried and I don’t want them to cry.  If there is anybody out there who has this, or know of someone who has or had this, please let me know.  I could really use to hear from someone out there who knows something about this.  Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Now that I can put a name to the three or four years children experience before puberty, I can proudly say that I have successfully raised three daughters through the tween stage.  Before you clap me on the back, also know that as the mother of six, I currently have another daughter just starting the tween years, and will have two more children starting that phase in a couple of years.  What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tween years begins at the age of nine.  Children of this age start to develop into their own person with their own thoughts, their own ideas, their own opinions, and their own moral concepts.  They still look to their parents for support and guidance, but they also start to feel that they are more knowledgeable than they are. Sassiness is a common trait shared by the majority of tweens.  This is not always because they are deliberately trying to upset their elders, but sometimes it is because they are subconsciously testing boundaries.  One word of advice here, nip it in the bud.  Don’t laugh and think it is cute when your kid rebuttals your instructions for doing so is setting yourself up for a long, hard next three years. Be firm with your decisions and by all means, Mean What You Say.  Now is not the time for bending, giving in, or feelings of nostalgia.  Although they may appear otherwise, these young people are in desperate need of a good foundation and some tough love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, you will be amazed at how mature your daughter looks at this age.  My nine year old has the grace of a swan, the intellect of a scholar, and the body of a 15 year old.  I have just begun more in depth conversations regarding boys and some of the questions she asks are startling.  I hide my surprise because I do not want her to ever feel like she cannot come and talk to me.  This is the one area where being your child’s friend as well as their parent will gain your much more sleep at night and much less heartache. Be honest with them and always open your door and your heart to whatever they wish to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear many people speak on role models and the responsibility they have in setting a good example for our youth.  While this is somewhat true, I do not believe that being considered a role model is an automatic privilege to entertainers.  This is especially true when the entertainer does not want to be considered a role model.  The best role model a tween can have is their own parents, family members, or persons the parents have placed in their lives.  First and foremost, I am and always have been all of my daughter’s most prominent role model.  I take pride in this fact and do not take the responsibility that goes along with this prestigious title lightly.  I recognize that my every action and every spoken word is monitored closely and more than likely will be repeated sooner than later.  For this reason, I keep my appearance up, always strive to do my best, exhibit kindness to others, and continuously try to improve upon my education and skillset.  The tween years is most definitely NOT a time for a parent to have the attitude, “Do as I say, and not as I do”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handled correctly, both you and your 13 year old will survive the tween years with no scrapes, no bruises, and no jail time.  Remember to keep an open mind, be patient, and to always have your door open to them and your relationship as the best mom or dad in the world will be sealed forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Now that I can put a name to the three or four years children experience before puberty, I can proudly say that I have successfully raised three daughters through the tween stage.  Before you clap me on the back, also know that as the mother of six, I currently have another daughter just starting the tween years, and will have two more children starting that phase in a couple of years.  What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tween years begins at the age of nine.  Children of this age start to develop into their own person with their own thoughts, their own ideas, their own opinions, and their own moral concepts.  They still look to their parents for support and guidance, but they also start to feel that they are more knowledgeable than they are. Sassiness is a common trait shared by the majority of tweens.  This is not always because they are deliberately trying to upset their elders, but sometimes it is because they are subconsciously testing boundaries.  One word of advice here, nip it in the bud.  Don’t laugh and think it is cute when your kid rebuttals your instructions for doing so is setting yourself up for a long, hard next three years. Be firm with your decisions and by all means, Mean What You Say.  Now is not the time for bending, giving in, or feelings of nostalgia.  Although they may appear otherwise, these young people are in desperate need of a good foundation and some tough love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, you will be amazed at how mature your daughter looks at this age.  My nine year old has the grace of a swan, the intellect of a scholar, and the body of a 15 year old.  I have just begun more in depth conversations regarding boys and some of the questions she asks are startling.  I hide my surprise because I do not want her to ever feel like she cannot come and talk to me.  This is the one area where being your child’s friend as well as their parent will gain your much more sleep at night and much less heartache. Be honest with them and always open your door and your heart to whatever they wish to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear many people speak on role models and the responsibility they have in setting a good example for our youth.  While this is somewhat true, I do not believe that being considered a role model is an automatic privilege to entertainers.  This is especially true when the entertainer does not want to be considered a role model.  The best role model a tween can have is their own parents, family members, or persons the parents have placed in their lives.  First and foremost, I am and always have been all of my daughter’s most prominent role model.  I take pride in this fact and do not take the responsibility that goes along with this prestigious title lightly.  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If there are any mistakes to be made with parenting children properly, I have probably made at least 95% of them.  Not intentionally of course, but I would be lying if I said I never made the same mistake twice.  Truth is, I have more than likely made the same mistakes or same type of mistakes at least three or more times…per child.  By my calculations, that is at least 19,752 mistakes.  Of course, there are some mistakes that I consider minor, and some mistakes I consider major—or as my six year old would say, “Gigantious”.  But in my opinion, there are some of the biggest parenting mistakes I have made over the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When changing a baby boy’s diaper, never lay him on your bed unless you are ready to wash        some sheets.    I can’t tell you how many times I have made that mistake and spent hours laundering clothing and sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Don’t allow children under 10 to have their own phone in their room unless you want the police at your do or every week…especially when you live right next door to the police station.  One week the police were at my door literally every other day until finally they told me to get my kids to stop with the 911 calls or I would be fined.  After that threat I unplugged the phone in my kid’s room and hid it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Don’t allow your child who is allergic to peanut butter eat any cookies that you don’t bake yourself or are absolutely positive has no type of nuts in it.  On our way home from a summer vacation, we stopped at a hotel to use the restrooms.  The hotel had little, delicious looking cookies on a plate near the front desk.   The hotel clerks invited my children to eat and take one cookie a piece with them.  They told us that they were just oatmeal raisin cookies.  We got about 30 miles down the highway when I looked at my six year old in the mirror.  Her face was swollen with her eyes almost completely shut.  Seconds after I noticed that, she began to throw up violently in the backseat.  We pulled over to the next gas station and cleaned her and the car up.  Upon looking at the half-eaten cookie in the seat, I realized that those delicious oatmeal raisin cookies also contained a secret ingredient nobody told us about…walnuts!  I spent the next hour at a gas station cleaning out the backseat and trying to locate clean clothes in the suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do not try to live your life through your child.  There is nothing sadder than a mom trying to force her stage frightened daughter to perform a sing and dance routine for the Little Miss Pageant.  There is nothing wrong with having your child try out a variety of different activities to see which one they are good at or gravitate towards, but that is not the same thing as forcing them to take ballet, play soccer, enter into beauty pageants, etc. just because you wish you could have when you were growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Do not try to pick their friends for them.  It is a law of nature that the minute you say you do not like this friend or that boy or that girl, they will become their best friend.  I don’t know why, but the people we do NOT like seem to be a big green flag to them to Love them.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do not compare your children…at least not in front of them.  Nothing can damage a child’s self-esteem more than to hear you compare their brains, looks, sports abilities, etc. to their sibling.  Each child is different.  Each child is a separate individual with their own personality, their own dislikes and likes, and their own strengths and weaknesses.  Help them to bring out their strengths instead of focusing on their weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your son or daughter is NOT your friend.  They are not on your same level, so stop trying to be their friend.  They don’t need another friend, they need a parent to guide them and help mold them.  How can they take you seriously as their parent if you are crying on their shoulder and giving in to them all the time?  Be a parent, not a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Trust is one thing, stupidity is another.  Why would you allow your 13 year old to spend the night with her best friend who also just happens to be the sister of this guy she has a major crush on.  Use your head, what would you do if you were her and given that opportunity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Stick to your guns.  Do not make rules only to break them or allow them to be broken.   Kids need boundaries.  They need rules and structure.  They are not going to follow your rules if you keep allowing them to wiggle their way out of the punishment.  They are smarter than you think and they know a sap when they see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  This is the biggest one----Have fun with your kids.  Don’t take everything so seriously.  Yes, you have to set rules, yes you have to be the bad guy sometimes, but that does not mean you can’t have fun with them.  You need to find the right balance.  They need to be able to open up to you and not be afraid.  Insist they respect you, but make sure they are not afraid of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bizybee06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedshark.brainbliss.com" title="track"&gt;Feed Shark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8101467097384319543-3141336689600381992?l=successatparenting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://successatparenting.blogspot.com/feeds/3141336689600381992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8101467097384319543&amp;postID=3141336689600381992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101467097384319543/posts/default/3141336689600381992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8101467097384319543/posts/default/3141336689600381992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://successatparenting.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-going-to-be-grandma.html' title='I am going to be a Grandma!'/><author><name>bizybee06</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16761489055157067042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04867422058924119694'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8101467097384319543.post-2510802216580474496</id><published>2007-10-18T22:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:05:24.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Absence.  I Love Being a Mom</title><content type='html'>With school back in session and the many extracurricular activities my kids have been into, I apologize for not having the time to write sooner.  But I'm sure most of you understand how it is, things can get really hectic really quick and everything you "planned" on doing just goes right out the window.  As moms, we often put our needs and desires last to focus on our children and spouses first.  I used to think that it was wrong to do that, that I should attempt to take at least an hour a day and just focus on me, nobody but me.  That's what some of the top motivational gurus were saying.."Stop neglecting yourself.  Take care of you.  Put you first".  Well, that just doesn't cut it for me.  I put everybody else first (family I mean) and IF there is time at the end of my 18 hour day as mom, chauffeur, carpooler, wife, chef, housekeeper, etc..I try to catch at least 15 minutes of Nancy Grace. I love that show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before some of you start snickering and shaking your heads at me for putting everybody else first, let me explain why I do it.  Very simply, I love being a mom.  I really, truly, relish being a mom.  I don't know if this is because I am a little more mature than probably the majority of you, I'm not ashamed to say, I am 40 years old with a 2 year old, 6 year old, and 8 year old, or if I have just come to the realization that this is the best possible job for someone as loving as me.  Don't get me wrong, I ain't saying it is a bed of roses, there are times when I just want to go to my room and shut the whole world out, but there are absolutely more good moments than bad.  I would not trade it for anything in the world.  My goal is to be the best mom in the whole wide world!  This includes sacraficing for my children.  There is nothing I wouldn't do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I will try really hard to post more often here because I love blogging too.  It is actually very calming and very therapeutic.  Yes, I believe that is the one "something for me" other than reading the Bible, I will attempt to do every single day.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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