Poeme Type

Poeme Type

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A classic oriental floral fragrance which smells like alternating notes of white and yellow
flowers, Himalayan blue poppy and vanilla. It creates a contrast of bitter and sweet aromas.

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Description

Description:
A classic oriental floral fragrance which smells like alternating notes of white and yellow
flowers, Himalayan blue poppy and vanilla. It creates a contrast of bitter and sweet aromas.

Story:
Mary and Jane grew up together in the village of Crowl. They are neighbors and are the same
age. Mary and Jane never liked each other because they like different things. Mary likes to read
her books while passing time while Jane usually plays outside. The both of them know each
other but they don’t talk too much. One day, their school held a competition. The winners of
the competition would be able to win whatever they want. Both Mary and Jane wanted to win
the competition. This competition is held by pairs and the school is the one to choose each
other’s pair. Unluckily, Mary and Jane got paired to each other. They had no choice but to work
together in order to win the competition. At first, they argued how to do things. They
constantly quarrel about what to do and they barely finish the challenges on time. During a
break, the two of them were able to talk properly. The both of them agreed that they
acknowledge each other’s strength and weaknesses and they would work together to
compensate for their weaknesses. By doing this, they easily won the competition and get the
prizes that they wanted. They learned that day that even though they are different from each
other, they could still be one strong team.

Ribbon Color: Blue: Bone Cancer
July 9, 2001, is a day I’ll never forget. I was 27, married with two children, the youngest just
nine months old. I went in for surgery to remove a “swollen gland” and woke up to find myself
at war. I had cancer, Ewing’s Sarcoma, an aggressive kind, I was told. A fight for my life was
ahead of me and I had to prepare.
I had to make decisions I wasn’t ready to make, like did I want eggs harvested so I could have
more kids, because the harsh regimen of chemotherapy likely would render me sterile. I didn’t
know; I had never thought about it before. Suddenly the thought hit me. I’m not sure if I want
more kids, but I am desperate to stay alive for the two I already have. Shock and fear turned to
fierce determination. I was going to kick this thing and I was going to do it once. I asked the
doctors to give me all they had. I hadn’t signed up for this war, but I was in it. All in.

I took a leave of absence from work to focus on healing. I had an incredible support system of
friends, family members, and co-workers who made helping me through this, fighting by my
side, their priority. I endured a year of chemotherapy — one week on (24-hours-a-day), two
weeks off. I lived life in three-week increments. One week of illness and nausea. One week of
weakness. One week of feeling okay and getting myself ready to start the cycle again.
I slept more than I had ever slept in my life, sometimes 18-hours a day. I got up every morning
and told myself I could do it, whether I thought I could or not. Oddly, one of the hardest things
about it was preparing myself and my three-year-old daughter for the fact that I would lose all
my hair. No eyebrows. No eyelashes. No arm hair. No leg hair. I felt sub-human and non-
feminine. Upside, no shaving. Downside, I looked like a teenage boy with the pale skin of an
alien. I didn’t feel pretty, but I always felt loved. The first day ALL my hair was gone, I remember
sitting in my bedroom, swimming in a sea of self-pity. My husband walked in the room, held me
and kissed my bald head. I was loved and I had to fight.
There were hard times; moments I felt would never end to let me through to the other side.
This was not a battle won with flare or grace, but with grit and persistence. I would spend time
envisioning things in the future that I wanted to be part of…dancing at my daughter’s wedding,
seeing my son graduate, taking strolls on beaches around the world with my husband. I tried to
see myself there, being part of the picture. Having a future. Living a full life. I had to believe it
could of happen.
As I reach another milestone this July, 17 years from that fateful day, I am forever grateful for
every day I see my kids (all three!), every arm-in-arm stroll with my husband, every sunrise,
every spring, every thunderstorm, every breath, every experience in this wonderful life. I did
make it through, and I am a different, more determined person for having been through it.
Never lose sight of all you have to live for; it will give you the courage and the strength to get
out of bed and take that next step forward, to fight the war you never signed up for. – Talia
Beck

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1oz, 2oz, 4oz

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