<?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-8690498313193090617</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dianna's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dianna's Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02304097344162243704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690498313193090617.post-4547025081993165445</id><published>2008-06-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:10:04.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>What is Interstitial Cystitis?Interstitial Cystitis (IC) is a chronic inflammatory condition of the bladder. Its cause is unknown. "Common" cystitis, also known as a urinary tract infection, is caused by bacteria and is usually successfully treated with antibiotics. Unlike common cystitis, IC is believed not to be caused by bacteria and does not respond to conventional antibiotic therapy. It is important to note that IC is not a psychosomatic disorder nor is it caused by stress. SymptomsSome or all of these symptoms may be present: FREQUENCY: Day and/or night frequency of urination (up to 60 times a day in severe cases). In early or very mild cases, frequency is sometimes the only symptom. URGENCY: The sensation of having to urinate immediately, which may also be accompanied by pain, pressure or spasms. PAIN: Can be in the lower abdominal, urethral or vaginal area. Pain is also frequently associated with sexual intercourse. Men with IC may experience testicular, scrotal and/or perineal pain, and painful ejaculation. OTHER DISORDERS: Some patients also report muscle and joint pain, migraines, allergic reactions and gastrointestinal problems, as well as the more common symptoms of IC described above. It appears that IC has an as yet unexplained association with certain other chronic diseases and pain syndromes such as vulvar vestibulitis, fibromyalgia and irritable bowel syndrome. Many IC patients, however, have only bladder symptoms.  Treatments At this time there is no cure for IC, nor is there an effective treatment which works for everyone. However, a vast majority of IC patients are helped by one or more of the following treatments: The Interstitial Cystitis AssociationThe Interstitial Cystitis Association (ICA) is the only nationwide non-profit organization working on behalf of all IC patients. Its goals are:&lt;br /&gt;To provide the most comprehensive and up-to-date information on IC.&lt;br /&gt;To provide IC patients, their families and friends with a support network.&lt;br /&gt;To educate the medical community and the public about IC.&lt;br /&gt;To advocate in the public and private sectors for research funding and patients’ rights.&lt;br /&gt;To promote and provide research funding to find effective treatments and a cure for IC.&lt;br /&gt;Progress and HopeThe effect of IC on an individual’s life should not be underestimated. IC can be debilitating and may cause the patient to experience feelings of helplessness and despair. Because of the ICA’s success in educating the scientific community about the seriousness of this condition, there has been great progress.&lt;br /&gt;Today, more than ever before, there is an improved understanding and awareness of IC by the medical community and the public at large. Privately and publicly sponsored research is underway to help find effective treatments and a cure for IC. Until that happens, the ICA will continue to help IC patients and their families deal with the effects of the disease by providing information, education and support. The ICA will also continue its efforts to educate the medical community and the general public about interstitial cystitis and to fund research on IC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690498313193090617-4547025081993165445?l=sweetspiritual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/feeds/4547025081993165445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690498313193090617&amp;postID=4547025081993165445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/4547025081993165445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/4547025081993165445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-diary_18.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Dianna's Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02304097344162243704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690498313193090617.post-759297777227300367</id><published>2008-06-18T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:17:12.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>This is very shocking news for me, it been going on undiagnosed disease for years and years. Now my new doc who is women's health general surgeon, she is a woman, very open minded and love her friendly also her patience with me, of my emotional in pains and chronic pains with many health conditions that show up often. Now she told me that she had guts feeling that was bladder had called Interstitial Cystitis, there is no cure for that. She want do some surgery on it to clean it up then put some cocktail inside of bladder to reliever the pains. and do some laser too, After that, she will put me on therapy and oral medication to stop the chronic pains also gave me the paper of list what should not eat or can eat with to aviod the bladder flares. It was very depressed for me because how can it be cured? I want it to be cure! The researcher been working on it. trying to find the cure for IC sufferer. As long as i have supportives from my family and friends, but I cant wait for pain-free in few months after surgery. It was so hard for me in my life, after had my daughter, I almost lost her in miscarriage, my doc saved her. She is my preious baby, Thaine, my son too early to have childbirth in my 8 months pregnant, I was so sick throught out two pregnancys then after awhile, had four babies and lost it in miscarriages. It was so sad but be happy that got two beautiful children, I feel sorry forward to many women who unable to have any child. My loves and thoughts toward to them, I understood of their pains and sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690498313193090617-759297777227300367?l=sweetspiritual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/feeds/759297777227300367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690498313193090617&amp;postID=759297777227300367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/759297777227300367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/759297777227300367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Dianna's Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02304097344162243704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690498313193090617.post-8732583246023421820</id><published>2008-06-13T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:00:47.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is very addicted like a drugs</title><content type='html'>Life is very addictive like a drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs is like a life, life is like a drugs.&lt;br /&gt;No drugs, no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drugs, there is no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;Life is very addictive like a drugs.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no drugs, no life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very addictive like a drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs is like a life, life is like a drugs.&lt;br /&gt;No drugs, no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drugs, there is no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;Life is very drugs, very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no drugs, no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690498313193090617-8732583246023421820?l=sweetspiritual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/feeds/8732583246023421820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690498313193090617&amp;postID=8732583246023421820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/8732583246023421820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/8732583246023421820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-very-addicted-like-drugs.html' title='Life is very addicted like a drugs'/><author><name>Dianna's Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02304097344162243704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690498313193090617.post-7804534278487789757</id><published>2008-06-13T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:43:04.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Poems</title><content type='html'>Raining, raining are just like crying.&lt;br /&gt;Weeping and weeping as raining&lt;br /&gt;Our sorrow like raining and dark cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping and weeping, crying just like raining.&lt;br /&gt;Raining, raining and raining.&lt;br /&gt;Our tears are like the raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining, raining are just like cryin.&lt;br /&gt;Weeping and weeping as raining.&lt;br /&gt;Our sorrow like raining and dark cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeping and weeping, crying just like raining.&lt;br /&gt;Raining, raining and raining.&lt;br /&gt;Our tears are like the raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rainbow come out the dark cloudy, the raining and our weeping had stop,&lt;br /&gt;the rainbow had come out bright and shine like our smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow of color bright shone out on wet tears into happiness smile bright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690498313193090617-7804534278487789757?l=sweetspiritual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690498313193090617.post-5090426306111136973</id><published>2008-06-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:16:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey girl, I want to type the letter to u about somethings and my feelings. I have been trying to get hold of u, but the often I feel that u seems ingored me. I only want to said hi or anything, I always think of u and being my friends for so long time. The reason I called mary because I was so worry and see if u allright or something happened, but she told me u were very busy, I know that u both are very busy in ur own life right now. I often think of you guys, but I feel rejection. I just accepted that u seems not interested with me, dont want to be friends. I understood that. I been throught lots with many ladies, their jealousy, their angers toward of my beauty that I cant help being that. One time, one of my friend Sandy invited me to her party, few of ladies got angry at me, "I hate u being so beautiful and very attractive!" After few times, I was very hurtful by their actions, kick me out because of their hubbies and boyfriends stared at me. They no longer being friends with me. I didnt do anything to them, I often said to myself, would I being so ugly, they will accept me being their friends? I decided to no longer make friends, but only honestly ladies who accepted me no matter what of beauty or anything, I love their kindness, their open honestly. I just want to said to you, I really missed ur and Tracy's friendship during in my childhood and into adulthood. Hope to see you someday, want tell you that my children are grown into adult and high school now, time flew really fast. They kept asked me how was their godmothers, sure missed u guys. So I just want let you know of ur godchild, they are doing great! Shannah had a bubbly and sweet personity, Thaine had a great sense of humor, They must had got from us. I just was so sad when u send us gift or card. I only dont want it but for ur friendship. I have to get going because i have to take care of my own business, take care! thank you for ur friendship during in my childhood and your kindness... Ciao! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690498313193090617-5090426306111136973?l=sweetspiritual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/feeds/5090426306111136973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690498313193090617&amp;postID=5090426306111136973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/5090426306111136973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/5090426306111136973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-girl-i-want-to-type-letter-to-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Dianna's Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02304097344162243704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690498313193090617.post-8861790384582511651</id><published>2008-06-13T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:08:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My deaf life</title><content type='html'>I was born perfect child with perfect hearing, my parents was so happy to have a perfect child that can hear everything of sounds, so beyond of everything that child can hear. Had two older sisters, was so happy to have other new baby sister name is Dianna Renee. How can it be describle in the words? When I was into 9 months old, fell into illness, I was unmoved and lay very still in death position. My dad asked my mother to take me to the hospital, she was refused but take me to church to pray for my speed recovery. They bring their perfect child to home, was very illness, they had no clue it was serious life threatening their child. When mother put me down in the crib to sleep and dad caught my head flip over and if I cannot hold my head up high enough, He was fed up and grabbed me. Rushed to hospital, put his perfect child into doctor's care. They had to immendity to save their perfect child. Doctor came up and sit down spoke very quietly told my parents, that their child is dying with spinal mentinings disease, can lead to death, blind, retarded, wheelchair, or deaf. Doctor tried his best to save their perfect child. My parents weeping for their dying daughter. Doctor told dad that their daughter would died in their arm in their home but good time, they bought their very illness daughter. They shaved hair off my head to put the IV into my skin to feed and water me to keep me alive. Parents watch their daughter in hospital lay in the crib, awaiting for to be wake up from illness. My mother prayed so hard that her daughter can be perfect. My high fever temperuture went so high. Doctor had to cut open on both ankles to trying to save my life from death door. After awhile few days, finally their daughter had woke up from death door, mom and dad was very joyed to see their daughter alive. They had no clues that their daughter was became handicapped. They bought their perfect daughter to home. I was crawling around play with toys. My mother tried to talk to me but I ingored her, doing my own mind on toys. She started to yelled, still no responsed from Dianna, mother got scare and got up walk behind my back try to talk to me, get my attention. No responsed from me, then grab me to see doctor. Doctor tested my hearing exams, and told my mother that their daughter is deaf now. The high fever and disease eaten damaged in my ear nerves, unable to hear anything. My mother and father weeped that their perfect daughter is no longer a perfect but deafness now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8690498313193090617-8861790384582511651?l=sweetspiritual.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/feeds/8861790384582511651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8690498313193090617&amp;postID=8861790384582511651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/8861790384582511651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8690498313193090617/posts/default/8861790384582511651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetspiritual.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-deaf-life.html' title='My deaf life'/><author><name>Dianna's Journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02304097344162243704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y0CZSh8LJD8/SFMgxEDV56I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xLXR1QYIUC8/S220/n1215321468_175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
