Well we had the second consultation and now we can move along with getting in to see the surgeon. My husband finish the first part of the herbal treatment and we wanted to dothe PSA Test to see if it had gone up or down or stayed the same. Well when we first went to the Urologist he assured us that we could do as many test as we were comfortable with I asked him to order one now and he refused and argued with me about it, big black mark against him, but once they know you are seeking alternative medicine they don't wanna be helpful at all. Never fear I got it ordered, when he went to the second consultation, by the way I liked this Doctor better, but any way I got him to do it. So now he is finishing up second set of herbs and he goes to see primary doctor next week, I'll get her to order another one and then we wait on the next doctor's appt.
The second doctor did recommend UCLA and USC for the robotic surgery, I think I would prefer UCLA but we will see. They say yes we could get City of Hope but we would have to fight for it and that takes time, unfortunately cancer working on it's own time table.
My Winter's Walk
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Treatment
Well we are day three in to the treatment, which consist of 11 herbs, roots and seeds taken as a tea each morning about an hour or so after breakfast. When the Practioner told us about the treatment, he told my husband "it taste real bad", my husband was like ok. He said "some folks say it taste like shit", hubby, "ok". Well on day one my husband foundout what "shit" taste like. His first reaction was "Oh My God, just take me now". The face he made was absolutely priceless, I am tying to get him to let me upload it, the expression is priceless.
This is the cleaning part of the treatment, we always got to do a cleanseing before starting a treatment or the treatment as to work twice as hard. So he does 6 days of these herbs, i'll get around to listing them soon, and then he rest for one day and startes 7 days of the herbs that will target the cancer. The cleaning is working, his poor little behind, lol.
On Tuesday we get the results of the bone scan, keep your prayers working , plz. With results we will know exactly where he is with this, well as exact as you can be, but we will know better and be ale to make a beter decision on the "what next", part of this.
These links are some of the "hmm" information I have come across and somebody might need it today or tomorrow. I am trying to share what I learn in hopes of helping somebody else. Oh yea before I do that, folks asking us what are we hoping the treatment will do. Me personnaly I want it to do what it do and do it quickly. But the Practioner says from the first PSA Test to the second like a week later hubby's had gone up to fast so we are hoping to chill it and stablize it so we can continue to make the perparations for which ever other step he decides on. The ultimate hope for is the PSA drops, now that would amaze me and give me/us so much hope in the Holistic approach to this dease. In the end we gonna see what it do. Ok now for the links.
Alternative Cancer Treatments
The Soup Lady
Prostrate Cancer Treatment
How To Make (cancer protocol )
Vernon's Dance with Cancer
Grape Cure
Ok so these are just a few..I'll add more later until then...
We'll Holla
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
All of Sudden Eveything Changes
September 26, 2011 is a day that will forever live in infamy in my mind.. At 1 p.m. on a warm fall day we got the word that my husband has prostate cancer. Wow now that’s some mess nobody wants hear nad your mind races with a million thoughts or at least in my head that’s what was going on, can’t speak for hubby’s mind. My first reaction was now what? I was kinda in a daze for 2 days trying to formulate a plan, trying to educate myself on this killer of a cancer. Thought about folks we know that didn’t win that battle, wow many thoughts pouring in like water from a swollen stream.
So we started our investigation. The doctor says your options are basically very low. Chemo might kill the cancer but what it is gonna do to your body is enough to kill you all by itself. Traditional Surgery might get all the cancer but it is gonna change your life in ways that give new meaning to being a child for the second time. The medication gives new meaning to exploring your feminine side. What to do, what to do.
Well between talking to folks and gathering information, data, percentages the robotic surgery is the best way to go and hope that you get a surgeon that knows how to operate the robot. Lots can go wrong there also, but we got it on the table. We have to go to our Primary doctor to get the authorization for the second opinion, and we are trying to get it with City of Hope the second best hospital/research center in the United States or so they say. They do seem to be on the cutting edge from what I can see, but then what do I know. This process get the authorization, make the appointment for the consultation and then schedule the appointment for the surgery, we could be looking at a month, so what to do while playing the waiting game, the thought of cancer just sitting there is unacceptable to me and my husband ain’t real thrilled about it either.
I am a true believer of Alternative Medicine most of it has been around for centuries and people have made it their lifelong goal to treat deceases with natural medicine. Most if not all of our medicine comes from a plant, a root or a seed and the pharmaceutical companies have altered nature and sell it for a huge profit. Not to mention I believe God knew all these deceases and challenges we would face and in her wisdom she has placed all we need right here on earth. It is up to us to figure out what and how to use these resources. So began my search for a cure.
It is amazing to me how spirit works and when you put an SOS callout all your guides run to help out. If you listen spirit will guide you to the place you need to be when you need to be there.
So we started our investigation. The doctor says your options are basically very low. Chemo might kill the cancer but what it is gonna do to your body is enough to kill you all by itself. Traditional Surgery might get all the cancer but it is gonna change your life in ways that give new meaning to being a child for the second time. The medication gives new meaning to exploring your feminine side. What to do, what to do.
Well between talking to folks and gathering information, data, percentages the robotic surgery is the best way to go and hope that you get a surgeon that knows how to operate the robot. Lots can go wrong there also, but we got it on the table. We have to go to our Primary doctor to get the authorization for the second opinion, and we are trying to get it with City of Hope the second best hospital/research center in the United States or so they say. They do seem to be on the cutting edge from what I can see, but then what do I know. This process get the authorization, make the appointment for the consultation and then schedule the appointment for the surgery, we could be looking at a month, so what to do while playing the waiting game, the thought of cancer just sitting there is unacceptable to me and my husband ain’t real thrilled about it either.
I am a true believer of Alternative Medicine most of it has been around for centuries and people have made it their lifelong goal to treat deceases with natural medicine. Most if not all of our medicine comes from a plant, a root or a seed and the pharmaceutical companies have altered nature and sell it for a huge profit. Not to mention I believe God knew all these deceases and challenges we would face and in her wisdom she has placed all we need right here on earth. It is up to us to figure out what and how to use these resources. So began my search for a cure.
It is amazing to me how spirit works and when you put an SOS callout all your guides run to help out. If you listen spirit will guide you to the place you need to be when you need to be there.
The Cure
Soo anyway I started looking for my/our needle in a haystack and then I remembered hearing about this man named Jiansan Ding,a therapist working at Pomona Valley Hospital, so I checked him out and could find nothing negative about him and I made an appointment to see him.
He asked me to bring in a copy of the biopsy and recent lab work. At the appointment he looked over the lab reports and said he wanted to start my husband on a regiment of herbs. He also said in America a alternative health worker cannot say they can cure cancer, they have to say they treat the symptoms of the disease cancer, he went on to say but in his country, China they cure cancer. His prices are very reasonable and we have decided to give it a try, I say we but it is always my husband who has to make the decision. So Saturday October 15th he will start on this treatment.
We are probably still two to three weeks out on the surgery and it is our hope that in between this time the PSA and Gleason scores will drop significantly. At current time PSA is 15.5 and Gleason score is a 6.
Now there is another man, Dr. Sebi but alas he is in Honduras and I don't have the $4,000.00 yet for his seven day treatment, buuut I am working on it. All donation excepted.
Today he had an ultra sound and tomorrow he goes back for a full body bone scan, this is too see if the cancer has spread and we should get results back by Monday, keeping fingers cross.
It helps me to blog about this giving me something to look back on after the cure is complete and I hope I am able to pass along some info you just might be able to use.
He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”
He asked me to bring in a copy of the biopsy and recent lab work. At the appointment he looked over the lab reports and said he wanted to start my husband on a regiment of herbs. He also said in America a alternative health worker cannot say they can cure cancer, they have to say they treat the symptoms of the disease cancer, he went on to say but in his country, China they cure cancer. His prices are very reasonable and we have decided to give it a try, I say we but it is always my husband who has to make the decision. So Saturday October 15th he will start on this treatment.
We are probably still two to three weeks out on the surgery and it is our hope that in between this time the PSA and Gleason scores will drop significantly. At current time PSA is 15.5 and Gleason score is a 6.
Now there is another man, Dr. Sebi but alas he is in Honduras and I don't have the $4,000.00 yet for his seven day treatment, buuut I am working on it. All donation excepted.
Today he had an ultra sound and tomorrow he goes back for a full body bone scan, this is too see if the cancer has spread and we should get results back by Monday, keeping fingers cross.
It helps me to blog about this giving me something to look back on after the cure is complete and I hope I am able to pass along some info you just might be able to use.
He said to them, “Because of your little faith. For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”
Saturday, August 6, 2011
The Ripple Effect - Author Unknown To Me
Everything You Do Matters
The Ripple Effect
In a world of six billion people, it’s easy to believe that the only way to initiate profound transformation is to take extreme action. Each of us, however, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others. As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward. The impact you have on the world is greater than you could ever imagine, and the choices you make can have far-reaching consequences. You can use the ripple effect to make a positive difference and spread waves of kindness that will wash over the world.
Should the opportunity arise, the recipient of a good deed will likely feel compelled to do a good deed for someone else. Someone feeling the effects of negative energy will be more likely to pass on that negative energy. One act of charity, one thoughtful deed, or even one positive thought can pass from individual to individual, snowballing until it becomes a group movement or the ray of hope that saves someone’s life. Every transformation, just like every ripple, has a point of origin. You must believe in your ability to be that point of origin if you want to use the ripples you create to spread goodness. Consider the effect of your thoughts and actions, and try to act graciously as much as possible.
A smile directed at a stranger, a compliment given to a friend, an attitude of laughter, or a thoughtful gesture can send ripples that spread among your loved ones and associates, out into your community, and finally throughout the world. You have the power to touch the lives of everyone you come into contact with and everyone those people come into contact with. The momentum of your influence will grow as your ripples moves onward and outward. One of those ripples could become a tidal wave of positivity.
The Ripple Effect
In a world of six billion people, it’s easy to believe that the only way to initiate profound transformation is to take extreme action. Each of us, however, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others. As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward. The impact you have on the world is greater than you could ever imagine, and the choices you make can have far-reaching consequences. You can use the ripple effect to make a positive difference and spread waves of kindness that will wash over the world.
Should the opportunity arise, the recipient of a good deed will likely feel compelled to do a good deed for someone else. Someone feeling the effects of negative energy will be more likely to pass on that negative energy. One act of charity, one thoughtful deed, or even one positive thought can pass from individual to individual, snowballing until it becomes a group movement or the ray of hope that saves someone’s life. Every transformation, just like every ripple, has a point of origin. You must believe in your ability to be that point of origin if you want to use the ripples you create to spread goodness. Consider the effect of your thoughts and actions, and try to act graciously as much as possible.
A smile directed at a stranger, a compliment given to a friend, an attitude of laughter, or a thoughtful gesture can send ripples that spread among your loved ones and associates, out into your community, and finally throughout the world. You have the power to touch the lives of everyone you come into contact with and everyone those people come into contact with. The momentum of your influence will grow as your ripples moves onward and outward. One of those ripples could become a tidal wave of positivity.
The Christmas Story
My Uncle Eldridge Cleaver used to tell a story about his favorite Christmas. I wanted to honor him in some way so I have elected to tell the world his Christmas Story. Fifty-three years or so ago my mother’s family was kinda forced to relocate from Little Rock because of an incident involving my grandfather, Leroy Cleaver. This is where my story begins.
Granddaddy loved shoes and every payday he would buy himself a new pair. They say that my grandmother would have to meet him on payday to get the household money before he got started on his weekly buying. I can remember even in his old age he was one sharp dresser. Eldridge says one-day granddaddy had to go downtown to pay some bills and he (Eldridge) tagged along with him.
Of course back in the late thirties early forties you know Little Rock was very racist, and it had been raining that day. The streets were mud puddles. The streets did not have sidewalks, but rather narrow wooden boards with dirt streets. As they proceeded on the journey two white men were walking towards them. Now it was customary for the blacks to step off the sidewalk if a white person was going to pass them. Knowing what was coming next my granddaddy told Eldridge to get real close to the wall and not to say anything. Leroy had on his new shoes and he wasn’t about to step in the mud.
As the white men came closer they yelled to my grandfather, "Boy step off", my grandfather replied, "It’s been raining and the street is full of mud, me and my boy will get real close to this wall and you can pass." Now for most folks this would have worked, but here we had two red necks that probably only owned the shoes they had on. Again they said, "Boy step off the sidewalk now." My grandfather refused and one of the red necks pushed him, causing one of his new shoes to sink into the mud. Quickly he pulled his foot back up on the sidewalk only to see the other red neck reaching for him. Eldridge says quick as lighting my grandfather pulled his razor and cut the red neck on his arm. As the blood shot out my granddaddy hollered for Eldridge to run home as quick as he could and tell my grandmother what had happened. Granddaddy cautioned Eldridge not to stop along the way.
Of course my grandmother knew what this meant and when several hours later my granddaddy showed up to the house she had his stuff packed and ready for him. Under the cover of darkness my granddaddy slipped out of town, and a couple of months later he turned up in Arizona, Phoenix to be exact.
Now this had to be a great blow to the family. At the time my granddaddy was working as a porter for the railroad. Good money in those days. My grandmother was a teacher. Which would be worse, finding new jobs for both of them or burying my granddaddy? A few moths passed and the family again relocated to Southern California.
My grandfather found work as a Maitre D, and my grandmother became a custodian for Lincoln High School. They were able to buy a house in Rose Hills and the family settled in.
Time passed and the family grew. Wilhelmina, my mother was the oldest, Helen next, followed by Eldridge, next James and then Theopolis, and the baby Claudette who was born in Arizona on a cold December day.
At the top of Rose Hills was an old run down house owned by a lady folks called Mary Goat. My granddaddy struck a deal with Ms. Mary Goat to buy the house. My grandmother refused to move in until my granddaddy made several major repairs. So the girls stayed with her and the boys moved in with him. Everyday he rushed home from work to complete some repair on the house and everyday my grandmother laughed at him.
The holiday season was upon them and my grandmother’s house was decorated with lights tinkling like star in the night. The Christmas tree was ready for Old Saint Nick. The kitchen a blaze with the sweet aromas of festive cooking under way.
The girls used to tease the boys everyday about the shack they lived in. The boys felt really bad, but of course they could not abandon their father, after all my grandmother was already making him feel like a failure.
As Christmas Eve dawned, my grandfather had repaired quite a bit, but not the roof. Wouldn’t you know it started to rain on Christmas Eve after the boys had gone to bed, and the room the boys were sleeping in had a leak right over their bed?
Eldridge says his last thoughts that night were of his father holding an umbrella over them, and his first sight that next morning was of his father asleep in a chair still holding that umbrella. This he says was his greatest Christmas gift, the love and concern a father has for his children. For indeed it was love that held the hand that held the umbrella on a cold and rainy Christmas Eve. A gift that money could never buy.
Granddaddy loved shoes and every payday he would buy himself a new pair. They say that my grandmother would have to meet him on payday to get the household money before he got started on his weekly buying. I can remember even in his old age he was one sharp dresser. Eldridge says one-day granddaddy had to go downtown to pay some bills and he (Eldridge) tagged along with him.
Of course back in the late thirties early forties you know Little Rock was very racist, and it had been raining that day. The streets were mud puddles. The streets did not have sidewalks, but rather narrow wooden boards with dirt streets. As they proceeded on the journey two white men were walking towards them. Now it was customary for the blacks to step off the sidewalk if a white person was going to pass them. Knowing what was coming next my granddaddy told Eldridge to get real close to the wall and not to say anything. Leroy had on his new shoes and he wasn’t about to step in the mud.
As the white men came closer they yelled to my grandfather, "Boy step off", my grandfather replied, "It’s been raining and the street is full of mud, me and my boy will get real close to this wall and you can pass." Now for most folks this would have worked, but here we had two red necks that probably only owned the shoes they had on. Again they said, "Boy step off the sidewalk now." My grandfather refused and one of the red necks pushed him, causing one of his new shoes to sink into the mud. Quickly he pulled his foot back up on the sidewalk only to see the other red neck reaching for him. Eldridge says quick as lighting my grandfather pulled his razor and cut the red neck on his arm. As the blood shot out my granddaddy hollered for Eldridge to run home as quick as he could and tell my grandmother what had happened. Granddaddy cautioned Eldridge not to stop along the way.
Of course my grandmother knew what this meant and when several hours later my granddaddy showed up to the house she had his stuff packed and ready for him. Under the cover of darkness my granddaddy slipped out of town, and a couple of months later he turned up in Arizona, Phoenix to be exact.
Now this had to be a great blow to the family. At the time my granddaddy was working as a porter for the railroad. Good money in those days. My grandmother was a teacher. Which would be worse, finding new jobs for both of them or burying my granddaddy? A few moths passed and the family again relocated to Southern California.
My grandfather found work as a Maitre D, and my grandmother became a custodian for Lincoln High School. They were able to buy a house in Rose Hills and the family settled in.
Time passed and the family grew. Wilhelmina, my mother was the oldest, Helen next, followed by Eldridge, next James and then Theopolis, and the baby Claudette who was born in Arizona on a cold December day.
At the top of Rose Hills was an old run down house owned by a lady folks called Mary Goat. My granddaddy struck a deal with Ms. Mary Goat to buy the house. My grandmother refused to move in until my granddaddy made several major repairs. So the girls stayed with her and the boys moved in with him. Everyday he rushed home from work to complete some repair on the house and everyday my grandmother laughed at him.
The holiday season was upon them and my grandmother’s house was decorated with lights tinkling like star in the night. The Christmas tree was ready for Old Saint Nick. The kitchen a blaze with the sweet aromas of festive cooking under way.
The girls used to tease the boys everyday about the shack they lived in. The boys felt really bad, but of course they could not abandon their father, after all my grandmother was already making him feel like a failure.
As Christmas Eve dawned, my grandfather had repaired quite a bit, but not the roof. Wouldn’t you know it started to rain on Christmas Eve after the boys had gone to bed, and the room the boys were sleeping in had a leak right over their bed?
Eldridge says his last thoughts that night were of his father holding an umbrella over them, and his first sight that next morning was of his father asleep in a chair still holding that umbrella. This he says was his greatest Christmas gift, the love and concern a father has for his children. For indeed it was love that held the hand that held the umbrella on a cold and rainy Christmas Eve. A gift that money could never buy.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Ms. Jing
28 DEC 2009
We are coming to the end of another year, my, my, what a year it has been. I was sitting here this morning doing a little reflecting and I got stuck in a period about seven years ago. Angel was about a year old and after staying at home with her for the first year, I was bored out of my mind, so I decided to go back to school. There is a child development center on the campus and in order for Angel to go to the school without me having to pay for it I had to take a parenting class, that’s where my story begins.
It was in the fall of the year that I returned to school for the life of me I couldn’t understand why I had to take a parenting class, my baby was in his thirties so pretty much I had been a parent for some number of years. As I entered the classroom that first day, I looked around the classroom and all my other classmates were barely in their twenties, some thirties, but only one fifties, me. I don’t remember the lesson just the feeling, like okay, and? Then there was the teacher, Ms Jing. Often I would ask God, why? Why me? The woman was insufferable and I believed she was picking me, singling me out for harassment, I am still not sure that wasn’t part of it. Angel was able to attend this school because at the time she was my foster child, even though she was also my grandchild and she got to go free. This was a blessing for us, we were just starting a business and with the added burden of the cost of child I wouldn’t have been able to return to school and school is what I needed at that time in this journey.
Ms Jing and I bumped heads several times that semester with some of the madness resulting in an appearance before her department head. I felt I was completely right on this issue and I would not back down, and neither would she. Well the department head agreed with me and that battle I won, and I won a lot of them. Ahh, but the war? She won that one, she failed me in her class and that meant for Angel to continue at the school I would have to retake that class and Ms. Jing was the only teacher.
Now I am sure I was a big part of the problem and I had to sit down and talk to me, because I wasn’t gonna take this class a third time. I was gonna have to really pay attention, be on time and all that stuff.
So I did and you know what I actually learned some things. She made us keep a journal that she would read and she made us write about real life things that were affecting our lives, which means she got to know each one of us a little bit better while she made us know ourselves better.
While sharing one day in class Ms. Jing told us a little bit about her early years, if memory serves me correctly, and it might not, but she is from China and little girls didn’t really matter over there. I can remember her telling about sitting in her living room watching her parents at neighbors’ homes socializing. She wanted to go to college but a college education was deemed worthless for a female child and her brother was the elected one to come to America and be educated. I get a little foggy but something happen and her brother for whatever reason was not going to college. I believe monies had already been spent so through her determination she was able to take her brother’s place and that’s how she ended up in America where dreams do come true. I found a new respect for her and I passed the class.
Ms Jing left Valley College and I lost contact with her till one day I was looking through email addresses and came upon hers. I dropped her line so we kinda stayed in touch off and on. I had put up on facebook some pictures of Angel and invited her to see Angel now eight. When she responded she told me she had read some of my blogs and that I was a tough old bird. Hmm a tough old bird, I like that.
Oh yeah and her making us keep a Journal? That was my first blog, Thanks Ms. Jing.
We are coming to the end of another year, my, my, what a year it has been. I was sitting here this morning doing a little reflecting and I got stuck in a period about seven years ago. Angel was about a year old and after staying at home with her for the first year, I was bored out of my mind, so I decided to go back to school. There is a child development center on the campus and in order for Angel to go to the school without me having to pay for it I had to take a parenting class, that’s where my story begins.
It was in the fall of the year that I returned to school for the life of me I couldn’t understand why I had to take a parenting class, my baby was in his thirties so pretty much I had been a parent for some number of years. As I entered the classroom that first day, I looked around the classroom and all my other classmates were barely in their twenties, some thirties, but only one fifties, me. I don’t remember the lesson just the feeling, like okay, and? Then there was the teacher, Ms Jing. Often I would ask God, why? Why me? The woman was insufferable and I believed she was picking me, singling me out for harassment, I am still not sure that wasn’t part of it. Angel was able to attend this school because at the time she was my foster child, even though she was also my grandchild and she got to go free. This was a blessing for us, we were just starting a business and with the added burden of the cost of child I wouldn’t have been able to return to school and school is what I needed at that time in this journey.
Ms Jing and I bumped heads several times that semester with some of the madness resulting in an appearance before her department head. I felt I was completely right on this issue and I would not back down, and neither would she. Well the department head agreed with me and that battle I won, and I won a lot of them. Ahh, but the war? She won that one, she failed me in her class and that meant for Angel to continue at the school I would have to retake that class and Ms. Jing was the only teacher.
Now I am sure I was a big part of the problem and I had to sit down and talk to me, because I wasn’t gonna take this class a third time. I was gonna have to really pay attention, be on time and all that stuff.
So I did and you know what I actually learned some things. She made us keep a journal that she would read and she made us write about real life things that were affecting our lives, which means she got to know each one of us a little bit better while she made us know ourselves better.
While sharing one day in class Ms. Jing told us a little bit about her early years, if memory serves me correctly, and it might not, but she is from China and little girls didn’t really matter over there. I can remember her telling about sitting in her living room watching her parents at neighbors’ homes socializing. She wanted to go to college but a college education was deemed worthless for a female child and her brother was the elected one to come to America and be educated. I get a little foggy but something happen and her brother for whatever reason was not going to college. I believe monies had already been spent so through her determination she was able to take her brother’s place and that’s how she ended up in America where dreams do come true. I found a new respect for her and I passed the class.
Ms Jing left Valley College and I lost contact with her till one day I was looking through email addresses and came upon hers. I dropped her line so we kinda stayed in touch off and on. I had put up on facebook some pictures of Angel and invited her to see Angel now eight. When she responded she told me she had read some of my blogs and that I was a tough old bird. Hmm a tough old bird, I like that.
Oh yeah and her making us keep a Journal? That was my first blog, Thanks Ms. Jing.
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