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Hi all,

My name is Nicole and I'm a friend of Ellen's. This little blog will give Ellen a chance to update all the wonderful people in her life on herself, her amazing family, and her fight with breast cancer.

Ellen is an incredible woman and an amazing mom and I know we all want to hear how she is doing. I'll try to keep everyone up to date when Ellen is too busy raising her munchkins or at appointments.

Feel free to comment on any post, it is a great way for Ellen to see how loved she is and how many people are in her corner.

Use the "Follow by Email" option at the top right to get an email notification whenever there is a new post here.

If you have any difficulties viewing anything let me know and I'll take care of it.

Thanks!
Nicole

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  1. Nikita rocks. She really does. Nothing else need be said.

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    1. Hello! I'm glad that you've found my site. Everything on here is a description of my own personal experience with breast cancer treatment and life beyond cancer. Please note that the information on this site is not meant to replace the advice of your medical professional. Happy reading!

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