<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15775242</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:37:46.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>purplebutterflies24</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>purplebutterflies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02518604773050556061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15775242.post-112658012771478106</id><published>2005-09-12T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:29:52.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can believe it has been 4 years since our country was attact!! We were watching the discovery channel and they were showing this thing I think it was called 'How they fought back'. Well it was about flight 93. They were reenacting based on cell phone calls on what they think happened. It was amazing!! Tears just flowed down my face, I cant imagine what those people were thinking and feeling. They interviewed their friends and families and of course they were sad but they were very proud on how they handled the situation. They saved hundreds of lives and even though i didnt know any of them..i'm very proud of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15775242-112658012771478106?l=purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/feeds/112658012771478106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15775242&amp;postID=112658012771478106' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112658012771478106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112658012771478106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies!!'/><author><name>purplebutterflies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02518604773050556061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15775242.post-112640886492703097</id><published>2005-09-09T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:24:23.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom called me this morning and told me she had a second opinion and he is able to unclog 1 of the main veins in her leg. Which means she's not going to loose it!! I'm sooo happy!! I cant wait to see her on Wed. I'm flying down there and even though its just a 45 minute flight, I'm still scared. We'll see how it goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15775242-112640886492703097?l=purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/feeds/112640886492703097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15775242&amp;postID=112640886492703097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112640886492703097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112640886492703097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-news.html' title='Good news!!'/><author><name>purplebutterflies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02518604773050556061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15775242.post-112624482886918689</id><published>2005-09-08T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T00:47:08.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What else can go wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tomorrow is the day we find out if my mom is going to lose her other leg. It was almost 3 years ago my mom had gone to the foot doctor back in Brownsville,because she had a little blister on her left pinky toe. I was down there visiting and she asked me to go in with her.  The doctor saw her and said it had developed a little bit of gangrene and he cut the blister off. He wrapped it up and said not to un wrap it or get it wet till her next appointment which was a week later.  My mom is diabetic so any cuts or scraps she has she needs to maintain it. But he was the dr. who am I to ask questions or argue.  Not even a week went by and my dad had to take her back to the doctor's office because her whole foot was hurting her. When they unwrapped it, my dad said it smelled like a dead animal and her whole foot was purple. They rushed her to the hospital. By then I had just gotton back to Houston. I was taking a nap when I had a weird feeling something was wrong. I called my mom and my dad answered,he never answers the phone so I knew something was happening. He told me they might have to amputate from the knee down. I went crazy!! I didnt know what to do. He told me they were goin to know for sure by the morning and he would call me. That night was the longest night ever. My mom called at 7am and told me they had to amputate. She didnt want me to go because it is a 5 hr drive and I was in no condition to do so. She just told me to pray. When I got off the phone with her, I called my friend Ale and told her I was gonna go and she rushed over to my apt. She helped me check my car and even gave me money for the road. I tried so hard not to think about it. I had my radio blasting my mind was clear. Then my cousin Jessica called me and I started crying, then my grandmother called, I dont really talk to her and she was telling me to becareful. I had to stop because I was crying so hard. I finally got there. She was so surprised to see me. I just held her hand. I dont like crying in front of people, I always tried to be the strong one. I was being strong for her, my dad and my brother. The operation was done the next day. She was so strong about it. They offered her anti-depressant and she refused them. She was discharged 2 days later. When we got to the house some lawyers called us saying they wanted to talk to us. They came by the house and told us we had a case.It was hard for her at first but she learned to adjust. We were suppose to be in court this week.  Finally getting this over with after 3yrs!!  The so called doctor filed for bankupcy last week. 4 days before going to trial. I was sooo mad when my mom called and told me. Then she told me that no serculation was doing to her toes on her other foot and that they might have to amputate her toes. OK, her toes, not her foot or leg. She called me Monday and told me that there was no serculation flowing to her foot and the doctor was already planning on amputating from above the knee. She was speechless. She didnt ask the dr. anything she just said she didnt want that done and he basicly told her if it wasnt done she was going to die. She said she didnt was her leg to be taken away, she rather die. We both cried on the phone. She made me promise her I would look after my brother. I told her not to give up. She is getting a second opinion tomorrow, my brother's 18th b-day is tomorrow. I'm flying down there on Wed. All we have to do is pray now. It seems thats all I've doing and its going nowhere. I try to look happy and be strong but I'm not. I would give my own life for her to live long enought to see my brother graduate from high school since she didnt get to see me graduate. Tomorrow...tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15775242-112624482886918689?l=purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/feeds/112624482886918689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15775242&amp;postID=112624482886918689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112624482886918689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112624482886918689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-else-can-go-wrong.html' title='What else can go wrong...'/><author><name>purplebutterflies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02518604773050556061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15775242.post-112495004492287012</id><published>2005-08-25T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:08:57.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, my friends have been wanting me to start a blog and what a perfect time to do so....my 30th b-day. I dont feel any different and I dont look 30 at all. For the past week or so, I was feeling so alone and helpless. Ive had so many things in my mind, I was trying to push my closest friends away. I guess i should explain some of the things ive been going through. I cant really go into details but my family and I are involved in a case about medical negligance. I have to testifiy for my mom in about a week. I am so scared,I really dont know what to expect. Before I would be so happy to go back home to visit but now its like the closer it gets the more angry and scared im feeling. Ill write more about it later but now I just want to write about today. I wanted to spend my b-day alone but I ended up working. It wasent that bad. My first call,well text message was from Walter, hes one of my best friends. Then my mom called then Ale,Walter called again and then Ivette,shes my other best friend which so happens to be Walter's sister. I got several calls after that which made me feel a little better. Ivette,Charlie, the kids and Walter took me out to dinner and then had cake at my house. Im glad Ivette didnt listen to me when i told her i wanted to be alone. I dont know what i would do without them. They are what keep me going. I love them with all my heart. Thanx guys!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15775242-112495004492287012?l=purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/feeds/112495004492287012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15775242&amp;postID=112495004492287012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112495004492287012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15775242/posts/default/112495004492287012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplebutterflies24.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>purplebutterflies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02518604773050556061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
