Jimmy Choo

Jimmy Choo


A feminine and very empowering fragrance that emanates passion. It is a scent that is meant to
hold someone’s attention. It has notes of orange, pear tiger orchid and sweet toffee caramel
which makes it a seductive composition

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A feminine and very empowering fragrance that emanates passion. It is a scent that is meant to
hold someone’s attention. It has notes of orange, pear tiger orchid and sweet toffee caramel
which makes it a seductive composition

Wood carving is part of Jen’s life since she was a kid. She grew up seeing his father transforming
normal tree trunks into a work of art. She could see her father’s face passionately working the
wood into something incredible. She wanted to be like her father one day but she could not
find the passion to do it. She can’t stand standing for hours just create one piece of art. She
wanted something else. She looked for her passion for years until she discovered martial arts.
She never felt something like these before. Even though she was hurt from training she still
wanted to train. She loves it even if it hurts. She knew that she has found her passion and she
does not want to let it go. She would do everything just to train and improve herself. Her life

took a turn when she got involved in a car accident. She damaged her leg and was never able to
walk again. She was devastated. She knew that she won’t be able to train again. She spent
months hating herself until she realized that she could still be in martial arts even if she can’t
walk. She couldn’t be a fighter but she could become a coach. By doing this not only will she be
in martial arts, she could also be able to inspire others to like martial arts. She then realized
than passion is not something you do but something you love with all your heart.

Ribbon Color:Marigold/Blue/Purple: Bladder Cancer
After the first round of tests, additional symptoms began to surface: blood on the tissue after
going to the bathroom, a feeling of pressure in my bladder without ever being able to fully
empty it and lower back pain. I was told it was likely a urinary tract infection or back pain from
ovulation – nothing to worry about. But the symptoms persisted, and eventually I went to my
primary care physician, who recommended I see a urologist. My first thought was that a
urologist is a doctor for my husband, not me. I soon learned that was a misconception. When I
went, he performed a urine test and ordered a CT scan. I received a call that evening letting me
know I needed to come back the next day. He told me there was a tumor in my bladder and I
began to cry. All I could think about was, “What about my children?”
I was in complete denial. I even asked my husband not to tell anyone and we waited to tell our
children. I decided to pursue a second opinion and the physician performed a cystoscopy in her
office. She even showed me the tumor on the screen. I made an appointment for later that
week and went in thinking it was to have the tumor removed. However, as I sat on the
operating table, my doctor told me she was only doing a biopsy. The results showed that I had
Stage TIIIB bladder cancer that had gone through the fatty layer of my bladder but had not
spread any further. One week later, I met with the oncologist who told me I needed to start
chemotherapy to shrink the tumor. I started four rounds of combination chemotherapy. I was
tired, a little nauseous and water tasted like metal. Although it was an adjustment, I was
thankful the physical side effects weren’t severe.
Emotionally, it was a bit more difficult. Telling my kids was one of the hardest things I’ve ever
done. But I sat them down and explained that I was going to fight so that I could be there for
them. My husband and my girls became my inspiration and a line from “The Shawshank
Redemption” became suddenly fitting: “Get busy living, or get busy dying.” And I was not done
living yet.
About eight weeks after chemo, I had surgery: a radical cystectomy to remove my bladder, a
hysterectomy and an oophorectomy – basically any organs where the cancer might spread
were removed. To replace my bladder, the surgeon used a part of my colon and intestine to
create an internal pouch, called an Indiana pouch. It took about a month to heal and then it
took time for the pouch to expand.
My new normal became using a catheter to empty my bladder through a stoma in my belly
button. At first, everywhere we went it became about scouting bathrooms, and I was

catheterizing myself every half hour. I did occasionally have leaks from my stoma, but as a
former breastfeeding mother, I realized I could use nursing pads to absorb the leakage. For me,
they were the perfect size and pretty absorbent. And I always brought a change of clothes, just
in case.
Eventually, I developed a pattern and would catheterize whenever I felt a sense of fullness or at
two hours, whichever came first. Over time, I was able to hold it longer and longer. Now, I can
go four to six hours, and my daily life is as active as ever. I swim and exercise regularly and even
play goalie for a recreational soccer team.
In the beginning of my journey, there was fear and self-pity. I asked myself, “Why me?” I came
to realize though, “Why not me?” God only gives you what you can handle and although I was
absolutely shocked, I knew that I could and that I would get through it. About a month after my
surgery, my family and I decided to go on a trip together – my goal was to live my life again and
it was about time I started!
A short time after treatment, I decided I wanted to share my story with other women,
especially those who may have been misdiagnosed or whose cancer was missed completely.
When I reached out, I was introduced to the Bladder Cancer Advocacy Network (BCAN). Their
team inspired me and made me truly realize that we are not alone and just how helpful the
exchange of information can be. Knowledge is truly powerful. Treatments may not have
changed in 20 years, but everyone’s experiences are different and talking about them with
other survivors offers invaluable insight into your personal fight against this disease. Do what
you have to do to find out what works for you and don’t give up. It gets better, it really does –
and every baby step gets easier. – Dana Caparoso

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1oz, 2oz, 4oz


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