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  As cliché as this is   Man that rang true this weekend.  There is so much to share that happened in just 24 short hours that I need to just tackle the highlights.    I went in with the mindset of wanting to ride a certain amount of miles and was pretty hell bent on doing that.  At some point during the ride I was reminded to stop and smell the roses, enjoy the journey.  There was so much going on at one time and so much I would have missed if I stuck to my OG plan.  I would have missed out on the camaraderie, meeting all the wonderful people, listening to all of the stories, hearing the great music provided by so many bands, interacting with the great people that live in the Myers Park neighborhood and learning more about the beneficiaries.  I was in a place that it was ok to let my cancer flag fly and fly high and for the first time since I was diagnosed at 28 I felt like it was ok to be that girl and it wasn't going ...

&       There really are no other words to describe my attitude last week.  It came, it saw and it tried like hell to break me.    Let me start with Monday.  I had an appointment with my breast oncologist/surgeon.  I had in my head I was going to start a different plan of health with him (BTW, he's a new one for me as my original oncologist moved on) that would consist of adding MRI's every year and visits would now be every 6 months.  This, this is what I was prepared to talk about.  Talk about a blindside!  Where was Michael Oher when I needed him?  There was an introduction and then straight down to business.  He came at me with he was strongly suggesting I have a double mastectomy because my chances of reoccurrence are 40%.  He then goes on to describe how I am not a candidate for implants because of my prior breast cancer, the radiation I had and the damage it did to the tissue.  Next wa...