I hope she understands

I will try to make this as short as possible:
I've only known this girl for about a month and i already told her i liked her. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and doesn't want to have a relationship, right now. Its been 2 weeks since i told her, and she has been acting weird around me, and every time i ask her whats wrong, she says there isn't anything wrong, and that she is just sick.

I feel that i should just not put my life on hold for this girl, b/c im afraid i will be heartbroken. I was going to tell her this, just so that i may be able to get her to say to me if she likes me or not. At this point, all i want is the truth from her. What should i do?

She’s No Ordinary Patient

Who would star in the movie version of your life? For Tammy Miller, Dolly Parton would play her part. But would that be Tammy the professional speaker, clown (Hugz the Clown is her alter-ego), author, mother…or breast cancer survivor?

“There might be a couple—wink, wink—costume adjustments needed,” she jokes. But Miller’s “characters” come bundled into one vibrant, expansive ball of energy. With her oddball sense of humor, she unveils them all in her book, “The Lighter Side of Breast Cancer Recovery,” chronicling her experiences under the care of Aaron Bleznak, M.D., surgical oncologist.

Bleznak, who recently joined Lehigh Valley Hospital and Health Network specializing in breast, colon and thyroid cancer, melanoma and sarcoma, is featured prominently in Miller’s story, beginning with when he told her she had cancer. After hearing the devastating news, “Tammy handed me a red clown nose and pronounced me head of her humor team,” Bleznak says. “I knew then that she was no ordinary patient.”

But then again, Bleznak is no ordinary doctor. He gladly accepted the role of humor team leader, caring for Miller as she arrived wearing masks, wigs, hats, feather boas and even clay nipples after her partial mastectomy. She often brought a camera crew to document her experience, baked breast-shaped cakes and created the Radiology Kazoo Band to entertain patients and staff.

“Some might call me difficult—I refused to wear a hospital gown,” Miller says. “But Dr. B let me stay in control and followed through with whatever I asked for. He prayed with me when I needed that, allowed me to try healing touch and even supported me when I chose an alternative treatment not widely used in this country.”

As Miller slowly opened her eyes after her surgery, the first face she saw was his, complete with a clown nose. She became aware of laughter as staff admired his artwork—a smiley face near her incision and large Mickey Mouse on her bandage. “I thought maybe I had died and gone to heaven, and there are clowns in heaven!” she says.

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Today, Miller is cancer free and helps others cope through her books, motivational speeches and clown acts with her two daughters, “Chuckles” and “Twinkles.” She was even able to meet her idol Dolly Parton. The star, who has a deep desire to help people, too, was inspired by Miller’s story and invited her to “Dollywood” theme park.

So, what about that movie? Maybe we’ll see Dolly on the big screen someday, but it’s Bleznak who has played a starring role in saving Miller’s life. She calls him “Aaron Bleznak, M.D., surgeon, healer, confidante, humor leader, friend (and really goodlooking guy).” So, there's only one actor who could play the part—and who could that be? “Robert De Niro, of course.”

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She Always Had Hope. She Needed A New Lung

From the time I met her, she had a phlegmy cough, the kind that can linger for months after a bad cold. Her limbs rattled and her body quaked when she coughed, as if she were trying to expel an unwelcome intruder. Her doctors diagnosed asthma, chronic but treatable. Though she was married to a doctor and had many physician friends, no one thought to question things further. It didn't help that she never complained.

She was one of my closest friends: good through and through, the kind of person you would guess was the teacher's pet, the teenager who always made it home before curfew. It made sense that she would be a model patient, following every doctor's directive to a T.

But it took two years, and tests and more tests, to pin down the reason for the cough: cystic fibrosis, the genetic disease that causes the body to produce a thick mucus that obstructs the lungs and digestive system. Eighty percent of the 30,000 Americans with cystic fibrosis get their diagnoses by age 3, but very rarely the disease waits until adulthood to strike.

She tried her best to keep life as normal as possible -- remembering even to reapply her lipstick in her van's rear-view mirror before picking the kids up for carpool. It was hard to believe that someone so reliable, so there for everyone else, was so sick.

Things got worse, slowly. Over the next few years the coughing increased, but she kept the beat to life's rhythm. She volunteered for school events, showed up for life's celebrations, was always there with kind words and a smile.

She wasn't always up to driving the 45 minutes it took to see her pulmonary specialist in Ann Arbor, Mich., a man whose eyes told me what she failed to see. She had lost a few pounds, and her test results weren't good. If she didn't put on some weight, the doctor told her, she would need to be hospitalized. As soon as she got home, she asked me to pour her a nutritional supplement. Ever the compliant patient, she finished every drop of the odious sludge.

That summer my husband and I vacationed in the Canadian Rockies. When we left for our trip, she was already walking with an oxygen tank, administering IV antibiotics at home.

I called often, and learned from her sister-in-law that she was in the hospital again. I was traveling in Alberta, from Lake Louise to Banff, swallowing deep gulps of pristine air while my close friend was nearly choking back home. I cried, and asked her sister-in-law if I needed to return home. No, she said. But the image of my beautiful friend, lying in the hospital believing that she would be all right, kept intruding: even the brilliant white glaciers looked gray.

One of her great strengths, her positive view of life, clouded her ability to see what was happening. No one discussed ''what if,'' but during our summer travels, I came to terms with the possibility of the most terrible outcome. I hoped I was wrong. I told no one but my husband, who understood my devastation each time I saw my friend, who by this time could barely catch her breath between words.

The last time I saw her, she was in the hospital, moored to a ventilator, waiting to be airlifted to California for a live-donor lung transplant. The walls of her room were decorated with cards and drawings by her young children, and she wrote out what she could no longer say.

I was afraid that she would sense the effort behind my smile. As I left, she gave me two thumbs up, and I kissed her blanketed leg and told her, ''I love you.''

In California, her left lung was replaced by her husband's left upper lobe; her right lung by her brother's right lower lobe. Her recovering husband was beside her when she died soon after, from a virulent fungal infection. That was six years ago.

At that time, cadaver lungs were in short supply and organ transplants were given to those who had waited the longest. In May 2005, the rules changed and the sickest patients received priority.

Had these changes been carried out earlier, chances are that this wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend would have gotten a transplant much sooner -- and perhaps survived, as she always believed she would. She died too soon, at 44, but I know she would have celebrated the progress that has saved other lives.

I Hope She Drowns

The president's State of the Union Address will be little noted and not long remembered. There was a sense that he was talking at, not to, the country. He asserted more than he persuaded, and he chose to redeclare his beliefs rather than argue for them in any depth. If you believe, as he does, that the No. 1 priority for the American government at this point in history is to lead an international movement for political democracy, and if you believe, as he truly seems to, that political democracy is in and of itself a certain bringer of world-wide peace, than this speech was for you. If not, not. It went through a reported 30 drafts, was touched by many hands, and seemed it. Not precisely a pudding without a theme, but a thin porridge.

It was the first State of the Union Mr. Bush has given in which Congress seemed utterly pre-9/11 in terms of battle lines drawn. Exactly half the chamber repeatedly leapt to its feet to applaud this banality or that. The other half remained resolutely glued to its widely cushioned seats. It seemed a metaphor for the Democratic Party: We don't know where to stand or what to stand for, and in fact we're not good at standing for anything anyway, but at least we know we can't stand Republicans.

There was only one unforgettable moment, and that was in a cutaway shot, of Hillary Clinton, who simply must do something about her face. When the president joked that two people his father loves are turning 60 this year, himself and Bill Clinton--why does he think constant references to that relationship work for him?--it was Mrs. Clinton's job to look mildly amused, or pleasant, or relatively friendly, or nonhostile. Mrs. Clinton has two natural looks, the first being a dull and sated cynicism, the second the bright-eyed throaty chuckler who greets visiting rubes from Utica. The camera caught the first; by the time she realized she was the shot, she apparently didn't feel she could morph into the second. This canniest of politicians still cannot fake benignity.

I hope she finds someone who can look past her

He recently met a girl he really liked, and told IRIN/PlusNews that although she was “really good people”, he couldn't bring himself to ignore her HIV status.(

"She is really pretty, really hot. I had met her about a year before, but we met again on a night out when she was on holiday from her home in the United Kingdom. We started talking about what had happened since we last saw each other, we went to a club and I ended up dropping her home.

"After that meeting we kept in touch - I guess there was an attraction there. We hung out a lot and people started to see us together. There was a rumour that when she was much younger she was in a car crash and contracted HIV through a blood transfusion she was given. But she never brought it up so I never brought it up - we just continued with the friendship.

"I didn't care one way or another about her HIV status; the problem came when she started really falling for me. One night she kissed me - I didn't resist but I had the HIV thing in the back of my mind. I figured if it's in the back of my mind then I might as well bring it up.

"So I asked her about the rumour I had heard. She cried for a while then admitted that it was true. She said HIV had gotten in the way of so many relationships. I remember her saying something really profound like the transfusion she got out of love had also given her HIV, which prevented her from getting and giving love. It was a really sad moment.

"I wish I could look past it, but I can't. I would have been willing to make the relationship sexual but I really couldn't bring myself to get over it. I know all the statistics, that I'm unlikely to get it if I use a condom, that so many people are in relationships where one person has it and another doesn't, but even if it's like only a tiny zero point zero something chance, I'm not willing to risk it. I feel bad about it, but I can't change the way I feel.

Aurum giving himself some cred after a well planned proposal. =)

One last group shot before we headed downtown to lounge and celebrate. The happy couple with their sniper ninjas.

Headed out to Japonais on Chicago Ave. Amazing ambiance.

The lounge area was open air to the river walk. Beautiful. Perfect weather. Pretty dark, so not too many shots indoors. Here’s one as Sakir retells the story to the group…

props to all who drove from Chambana to celebrate with the happy couple!

What a wonderful day! If you want to hear the rest of the stories, be sure to track them down for more details.

Sakir &: It was a privilege to be apart of it all. Congrats and…Praise the Lord! May He continue to use you both as you serve him faithfully!

I had so much fun with this…if you would like to ................“I Hope She Says Yes!” then, email me at sakir143@gmail.com =)