TWO OUTLAWS AND TWO CONSPRIATORS

TWO OUTLAWS AND TWO CONSPRIATORS
TEE HEE GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN

SUNSET

SUNSET
We wish everyone a beautiful life.

ORIGINAL OUTLAW SPREADS THE OUTLAW WORD WHEREVER SHE GOES

ORIGINAL OUTLAW SPREADS THE OUTLAW WORD WHEREVER SHE GOES
OUTLAW GEAR WILL TRAVEL

GOOFING OFF

GOOFING OFF
Check out the snow-chick's ear bobs!!

MOM OUTLAW LOVIN' HER SOME SNOW-CHICK

MOM OUTLAW LOVIN' HER SOME SNOW-CHICK
We had so much fun.

Shannon and a Sassy Outlaw

Shannon and a Sassy Outlaw
Texas Deep Freeze Fun!!

THE OUTLAWS AT THE ALTERNATIVE GIFT FAIR

THE OUTLAWS AT THE ALTERNATIVE GIFT FAIR
NEW FRIENDS ARE A TRUE BLESSING

LITTLE OUTLAW STELLA

LITTLE OUTLAW STELLA
TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE

DO YOU RECOGNIZE THIS BEUTIFUL ANIMAL?

DO YOU RECOGNIZE THIS BEUTIFUL ANIMAL?
We cannot always recognize those who are fighting the demon cancer. Cancer is no respector of persons. Thank you Outlaws for looking beyond the obvious.

ORIGINAL OUTLAW CELEBRATES

ORIGINAL OUTLAW CELEBRATES
Excited to help other Outlaws!

THE SURVIVOR'S LAP

THE SURVIVOR'S LAP
YEA SHANNON!!!!!!

HIPPIE CHICK MOM

HIPPIE CHICK MOM
SHOWING KYLIE SOME LOVE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
40 YEARS YOUNG

ORIGINAL OUTLAW SPEAKS

ORIGINAL OUTLAW SPEAKS
SHANNON INSPIRES

OUTLAWS IN CHARACTER

OUTLAWS IN CHARACTER
WAY TO GO GIRLS!

RELAY FOR LIFE

RELAY FOR LIFE
LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Breastless Warriors

"Mom I'm sick."- words I often heard through
the growing years

These words hang in the air like illusive may flies
nagging at my ears

My flaying hands swat and miss,
I must keep trying

Laying to waste hurting words which cannot
soothe the crying

Cleanse the body, heal the heart, and strengthen the mind
from damaged emotions drained

Doctors with clinical voices hint at hope
tempered and strained

Bruises, cuts and scrapes the badges of youthful games of
folly and play

Were easy to remedy with a band-aid, a kiss and
bedtime stories of yesterday

Is she too young to join the breastless warriors who must
learn a new coping game?

Hiding secret surgical scars, inhaling scientific concoctions
bearing unspeakable names

This cancer, this demon strikes its' victims
with little warning

Causing endless nights with no sunshine even
in morning

Poison flows through needles without mercy into
veins blue from angry abuse

Wanting it all to stop NOW, to go away
what's the use?

Isn't there a magical cure, a pill, a remedy,
a potent potion?

Perhaps a wizard's spell or an old fashioned
medicine man with sorted secret notions

This diabolical disease is no respecter of persons,
no prejudices to gender or age

Acceptance comes--the fight is on, faith flows in tubes
of toxic liquid replacing rage

Pale blue eyes reveal a glimmer of freedom,
daring to dream again

A bald head shows fuzzy growth as
her new life begins.

FOOTNOTE:

All was in the Master's plan
She thought she had no choice
Turning cannot into can
He gave her soul a true voice
Women will listen, as she strives
To enlighten, saving young lives

A Mother's Story

She untangled her tired body from the twisted damp sheets. Slowly she put one foot on the worn carpet and then the other. It was five a.m. and the morning held no promise.

It was the first day of spring. The early rising robins were singing a song she could not hear. The roar in her surging mind would not hold court to anything beautiful.

Slowly, not wanting to accept the day's offerings, she lumbered into the dark bathroom to wash the nightmares from her lined face. She dressed in her usual uniform of worn jeans, grey sweatshirt turned inside out and thin leathered moccasins missing all but a few lonesome beads.

She dug deep into her backpack for the keys to her mud laden, road weary but faithful old jeep. She knew this vehicle was taking her to memories she did not want. Once on the bumpy dirt county road she let out the first groan of the morning. This soon was followed by screams of despair even before the first battered stop sign appeared.

This demon plaguing her, this cancer, was not hers to fight but the battle of her young vibrant daughter. No one had told her breast cancer was available to the young. She almost laughed at this thought. Cancer availability, likened to that of peaches at the local farmer's market. Her child with the rose hued cheeks, career on fast track, infectious laugh and the world begging to be part of her life was soon to be a breastless warrior.

Once again her screams pierced the loneliness of the old jeep but this time they were followed with a song of praise and shouts of thankfulness to God.

Footnote:

It was a miracle the cancer was found. She had no symptoms and no reason to have a mammogram. If not for the insistence of a loving boss lady, who says she was directed by a voice from Heaven telling her to make my daughter have a mammogram, my daughter would not be here to be a "pin-up" gal with her grateful mom. These billboards have opened doors making the public more aware of cancer's attack on its' young victims. We at Pink Outlaw want everyone to be aware and to know we are here to help.