On The Other Side of Through

Destiny's Child/Featuring Dasia Washington Excerpt

2011-08-12T05:34:00.000-07:00

Feeling volatile, like anything would make me go ham; my sould cried out; begging for release of the anger and confusion that had embodied me. Losing control of myself, I stood looking in the mirror at the reflection staring back at me. I didn’t know what to do to keep from doing the crack head shakes like my daddy did so many times in front of me. Never had a drug inserted in my veins, but I had a so called man who was all up in my head, and had my emotions feeling like quick sand. I feared him and I didn’t want him around, that’s what I had half-heartedly convinced myself of.

Night after night the beat down left me drained. At night I tossed and turned and was afraid to go to sleep. I couldn’t be sure if Darnell would come and finish me off late at night, leaving my baby without a mother to love him. I slept with one eye opened and one eye closed, but not in the bedroom. The couch became my makeshift bed and it made listening to my front door for strange noises easier to hear. I used two kitchen table chairs and jammed one under door knob; the other was laid across the doorway just in case someone made it through, they would trip. If that didn't stop them, I clutched the sharpest knife that was in my kitchen drawer to use on anyone who dared come through that door anytime during the night. Every morning I cleaned the already clean apartment while fighting to maintain my sanity. Trying hard to make sure Omari was fed and bathed; it was a chore staying focused on engaging in meaningful mommy son time. I needed to stay busy when Darnell was there. My battles were many;mental, emotional, spiritual and this man added his hand to the list.

The trauma from the abuse took me back to when my father used to beat on my mother due to his insecurities as a man. I learned about all of this during counseling after my mothers’ death. I was still feeling traumatized of the last time I saw my mother being beaten and killed. I felt trapped. Omari and I needed Darnell because I believed he felt something for my son. His cold hearted tail left me alone to battle the demons that visited me when night fell. I tried to out run visions of him bashing my face in and kicking me in my stomach, killing what little self-esteem I desperately clung to.

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All rights reserved

Lacha' Mitchell

Destiny's Child~ Available Everywhere Books Sold~ Winter 2011

2010-11-22T15:06:00.001-08:00

Synopsis:

Dasia Washington is an eighteen year old single mom and high school drop out. After losing both of her parents due to tragedy, she is left to deal with the aftermath of the indiscretions of her father. Living in the Jordan Downs Housing Projects has gotten worse and now the city is wanting to close it down and rebuild to revitalize the city due to all of the drug and gang activity, that Darnell, her boyfriend is the leader. Dasia thought her life couldn't get any worse, but destiny awaits her and it takes all of the prayers her mother taught her during their sixteen years together and the help of her two best friends, Skylar and Maliya to help her through even more tragedy that awaits.

Excerpt:

Destiny’s Child -Excerpt

I couldn’t believe that Darnell went upside my head again. He promised that after nearly putting me in the hospital two months ago, he would change his ways. Darnell was my boyfriend of the last three years. I met him right after my mother was murdered. I guess I fell for him so fast because my world had been turned upside down and I had no one to draw near to. When I first saw Darnell Carter, I looked at his honey brown complexion and my mouth begun to salivate. I had never in my life seen anything nor anyone that looked as good as him. His body closely resembled that of a body builder. Oh, brother man was stacked and his twelve, not six pack looked good enough to eat a meal off of. I really am not sure how much more of this abuse I can take, and especially in front of my eighteen month old son. There were three reasons I continued to deal with Darnell. One is that I have already stated the obvious, he is fine. Look at him and look at me, yeah I did the right thing. Second, he asked me when he first met me who Omari’s daddy was and when I told him that my daddy had been raping me since I was fourteen and that Omari was his baby; he dealt with me or tolerated me anyway. He continued to show interest, not so much in me, but for what I could offer him. See, he knew that I was living in the projects, the same one that most of his dope fiend customers lived in. Darnell looked over the indiscretions of my past and even provided for Omari, which was the third reason I allowed him to stay in my life.

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~A Poem by Dasia~ Me and My Girls

2010-11-22T06:20:00.000-08:00

It's Saturday and I can't wait
Twins, me, we, have a date

Mama's giving me twenty bucks
Ice cream is on me, here comes the truck

Nutty Buddy for Skylar, Push UP for Maliya and a candy necklace for me
We look forward to the weekends, no homework, tests, or gym class- we are free

Arm in arm, we skip down the street
Trying to make it to the bus stop, we gotta meet

Aaron, and Shelton, the cutest boys in the seventh grade
Not focusing on my third wheel status, my girls got it made

One is shy, beautiful, while the other is hot to trot and fiesty
With boy toys or without them, my besties still treated me nice and not nasty

Bus is rolling up and our trip to the mall was sure to be a blast
Our regular outing, laughing and shouting, as we hand the driver our bus passes

Me and my girls chilled on the bus, the ride was so long, we sang our favorite song

Escapes' Who Can I Run To is what we belted out, the other bus riders tried to sing along

The boys started off trying to clown us, but they stopped, when others gathered around
Seemed like all the riders were loving our show and they threw money on the ground

Of the bus in front of our feet, I may not have been the prettiest, but God anointed my voice

As I led the song, the twins even looked at me in awe- there was a sparkle in their eyes I never saw

Finally, we were dropped off at the mall
I needed to check in with my mama, I had to call

To let her know we made it to the mall around two
On her way to work, she reminded me not to miss curfew

Me and my girls, walked around the mall
Giggling and looking at the latest fashions

We made mental notes of what we would be asking our parents for
Stayed at the mall until the lights went out and the managers locked the doors

It was dark by the time we made it back to the Downs
The Most drug infested, crime ridden project in the L.A. town

Me and my girls held hands until we made it to my apartment
Giving a big group hug and then individuals- told my girls how much fun I had

As fast as our day came, it was gone, we had to separate and I was sad
Mom was at work, daddy MIA, another lonely night, but a good day I had

With my best friends in the world
Skylar and Maliya Jones- just me and my girls

Dasia's 1st Day of Middle School

2010-08-19T11:19:00.000-07:00

August 25th 1993

"Dasia, get the door! You know it ain't nobody, but Skylar and Maliya. Dem girls always over here at the crack of dawn on the first day of school." Alvin Washington, Dasia's daddy ranted.

" I'm coming, why are you hollering so loud?" Dasia knew her dad worked the twilight shift as a bouncer at the Bungalow Club and was irritable since he only had been home an hour. She wished that he would go to sleep. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air as Dasia passed her daddy in the hallway. It was the first day of school, and not just any first day, but it was her first day of middle school. Running towards the door, she tried to wiggle her foot in her new Chuck Taylors. She hollered to the girls on the other side of the door, telling them to hold on a sec, while she positioned her feet in her shoes and tied them.

" Skylar, Maliya! Ooooohhh girls, you two look bad!" Dasia looked them up and down and loved what she saw. She was happy to see that her best friends decided to look a little less twinish this year. As long as Dasia had known the twins, which was now six years, they were always dressed alike. Identical in looks, but not in nature, Dasia loved the girls both for their unique characteristics. Four-foot ten, caramel complexion doubles were running around the Downs Projects and there were major haters who took every opportunity available to fight the twins.

Skylar Jones differed from Maliya by her sensitive nature and meek spirit. She was the peacemaker of the two, wanting to see the best in everyone. The girls from our hood gave Skylar more trouble than her twin because she was nonconfrontational and just liked for everyone to like her and get along. You would think that since the sisters were identical in physical features that they would share the same amount of brains too. Well, Skylar was the bookworm, who always rode the honor roll at the end of each grading period.

Maliya Jones on the otherhand was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She was mouthy and the backbone to Skylars spine. The only visual difference that was noticeable in the twins was a overbite Maliya acquired by sucking her thumb. Born by way of Caesarian section due to Maliya being a breach baby, she was snatched out of her mother's womb, sucking her thumb. Five minutes older than Skylar who had to be dug out of their mother's uterus because Maliya dominated the amniotic sac and twelve years later, she was still dominating. Maliya didn't care if she went to school or not. Every other week, she was in detention for this discrepancy or that. Although, Maliya didn't have to stuggle in her studies, she just didn't like doing school work or homework; so while Skylar rode the honor roll, Maliya rode the fence of barely passing her grades at the end of each term. Happy with her thuggish style and rough around the edges attitude, she was always the life of their party.

"Check you out Miss Sassa Frass! You talking bout us looking hot, honey if I was to touch you right now I would melt." Maliya took her index finger and put a little spit on it and made the sound of steam as she touched Dasia's shoulder.

"Yes Dasia, twin is right! You are working that outfit and ewwww weee, I love what Ms. Asia did with your hair. Girl those spiral curls are falling down your back in waves. Oh she is always hooking up your hair, you think she can do something to mine? Skylar piped up.

"Awh thanks girls, that's why you to are my best friends forever. You always know how to make me feel good about myself since I don't have all the pretty facial features and am a little over weight." As tears threatened to ruin the moment, Dasia blinked twice as hard to keep them at bay.

"Ladies, group hug." Skylar beckoned her twin and best friend. They hugged tightly like they have done for the last six years and said a prayer before going off to school.

"Mama, daddy! We are leaving for school now." Dasia tried to wait on a response, but Maliya was ready to head to the bus stop although they had almost thirty minutes before the school bus arrived at the Downs. As the threesome left the apartment and headed towards the stairs, they chatted about everything from who would be hooking up, who would be breaking up, and which teachers they wished had either quit, retired or got fired. One thing they did know for sure and that was this was gonna be an exciting year at Carver Middle School.

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All rights reserved

Authoress Lacha' J Mitchell

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2010-07-09T15:27:00.000-07:00

Lies That Bind

2010-06-21T10:27:00.001-07:00

I told you no, but you said yes
I screamed and fought with all I had in me- so you didn't have to guess
That I didn't want you to become one with me, you slandered my character, stole my integrity
My innocence was taken, my confidence and faith was shaken
I was bound to your lies and your sexual advances
I pleaded with you, not to do what you did, against my wishes, into me you slid
Drowning out my tears and muffling my cries, your sweat choked me as it fell into my open mouth
Breaking me, tormenting me and once you were done- forsaking me
Taking my virtue as if it were yours to take
All the while your lies were that I wanted it, begged for it
I'm tied to you, forever in this lie, oh how I cry
Tears never ending, fears ever growing; wishing I could turn the hands of time back to before
You entered the door, with a smile on your face, but devilment in your heart
You tainted me, caused me pain, you left me to struggle with this trouble, this your plan from the start
My mind is tormented, my body is cursed, my life will never be the same
Why couldn't I discern that you meant me no good, before I opened my heart
You continued to tell me you loved me- lies-lies- from the start
Told me you would never hurt me- would do anything for me- lies-lies
The lies that bind, as the schemes of the enemy unfold wreaking havoc on my mind
You left me to pick up the pieces of your lies as I was bond to the ties
You stole my voice and left me with no other choice than
To end this lie that binds me to you- really I feel like this is what I gotta do
The pills in the cabinet were appealing to me
I saw your face on the bottles- it was you dealing them to me
Urging me to take three, six nine, twelve, fifteen, eighteen- kill myself and die
With tears in my eyes, after months of feeling invaluable-
I was ready to meet my demise- due to your lies that bind
Me to you, I was ready to be through
I can't understand, why God dealt me this hand
This baby I am carrying, is of that of a rapist
I told you I was pregnant, after weeks of trying to catch up to you
Your repsonse was it ain't mine and even if it was I dont' want it or you
You told me just do what you gotta do
Abort the baby, kill the bastard, because I ain't nobody's daddy
The lies that bind- you killed me with those words- my life was over
The bottles were many, different types of anti-depressants, sleeping aids,
Sitting in my bathroom, I reached for the pills, but before I took them-

I said a little prayer to God- yes the same God who allowed me to be here today:
Lord, I am sorry for this- I am sorry that I didn't heed the signs - you showed me,
I was in love with the thought of somone loving me- I was duped into believing
the lies of the enemy- Lord, as I accept this death sentence- please accept my prayer
of repentance. Never did I think my life would end as tragic as this, but I have a baby
in my womb- and we will die together. Please don't take your love from me, but this is my
reality. I guess a good life was never meant for me- beause the lies that bind has sealed
my fate and I am just not strong like you Lord, to continue on this date- I will meet my destiny
tonight, even though I know this solution isn't right. Please forgive me, for my iniquity, you laid
down you life for me that I could live for all eternity. I can't help that no one taught be strong and
to endure the valley experiences especially when I have done wrong. The pain is much to much
for me to take, please Lord my baby's soul is too at stake. I believe that you will receive this angel
who's daddy didn't want it and mama who was too afraid to deal with what it represented.

Due to the lies that bind
I took the pills two at a time
The thoughts were torturing my mind
I relaxed as I gloried in this being the last time
I would feel pain, dysfunction, and rejection
Why Lord, couldn't the robber and thief use protection
Oh, I know it's too late now, but it's cool for tonight
We take our final bow, by the time anyone arrives
I would have reached my final resting place
I think I am doing what's best
I would never allow my baby to endure
Someone lying to her or him
Who cares nothing about them
Stealing what doesn't belong
The effects of the drugs were feeling good to me
Still thinking of the lies that bind
The ties that bind through such sexual foolishness
Momma's babies, Daddy's maybe's
Nahhhhhhhh- It won't happen to mine
In Heaven, we will be just fine
Sleep is beginning to lull me, and I am not gonna fight it
I am so tired, no end to the trials of life in sight
Not enough days but soooo many nights
I surrender my life, my soul, take me as I
Breathe of my last, I don't want to be revived
If someone comes, and one of us has to survive
Let me Go and let my baby live
Lies, and ties that bind themselves will be bound
The lies that bind- forever broken
I am taking my life back- tonight
My secrets, my lies, my ties... die tonight

Lies That Bind by:
Lacha' Mitchell

(c) copywrite 2010

Have You Ever?

2010-05-11T09:43:00.000-07:00

Trusted when you knew in your heart that trust doesn't belong n man, but God?
Loved someone so much only to find out- that they didn't love you- according to your definition of love.
Had your hopes so far in the clouds only to have them crash to the ground just because of......
Felt empty inside, but because of pride, you tried to hide who you really are?
Believed that there was someone at least one who could be that special one in your life to make all of your wrongs - right?
Been excited about something new, only to find out that is was no better than the other thing that you had and instantly it turned out bad- and all you could feel was mad?
Looked at people in a different light no matter of all of the things you had seen, places you have been?
Listened to your heart beat?
Acknowledged that without God there is no real joy?
Given your desires to God- instead of a man or woman- so that He could work on bringing them to pass?
Done things, that had you not been driven by your emotions- you would have never done?
Regretted doing, saying, thinking something?
Thought about what you would do if given the chance to do it all over again?
Wished that the hands of time could be rewound just so that ........
Tossed and turned all night long because of anxiety
Cried all night long because nothing just seemed to ever work out for you?
Asked God why?
Felt like giving up?
Taken what didn't belong to you- by tricking someone or playing on what they are passionate about?- Played with someone's emotions for selfish gain?
Had your heart broken, emotions jacked up, mental state shaken?
Had to fight for your life (heart)?
Been lied to, impregnated with children, deception, lies, disappointments, ...?
Wanted to get back at someone, but you believed that wouldn't give a ---- anyway?
Felt as if you would never get over that someone- ( no matter how deep or heavy)
Been robbed? Belittled? Disrespected?
Thought about how you would go on from day to day without that person now that you have met?
Shared a kiss that was the best ever?
Been embraced and all of your insecurities melted away?
Thought you would one day indeed- get all the that you have been seeking God for?
Given all of yourself to everyone only to find that you are all given out and who..... if anyone will give to you?
Been heavy hearted and just wanted to write to see how many people could relate.

(c) copy write 2010

Get to Know Lacha' Mitchell - Christian Author, Breast Cancer Survivor, Minister, Speaker

2010-03-30T19:46:00.000-07:00

'Our Faith was Tested as Cancer Visited Our Home Three Times Within a Year'
Lacha' Mitchell is an elder, Christian author of Cancer the Silent Storm, founder and owner of Silent Unity Publishing and inspirational speaker.

Tell us about your books.

Cancer the Silent Storm
is a memoir of one season of my life. God spoke the title into my spirit almost four years ago. I believe that He gave me that title because Cancer is a silent killer and when it came into my life, twice the storm was raging. I've been through the storm and now that God has delivered me, healed me and placed me on the other side of through- it's time to testify of the grace of God. I have three published short stories- Broken but Healed, with AAMBC, Just Speak Life with Best-Selling Author, Vanessa Miller in the Have a Little Faith anthology and Restoration with Jahzara Bradley of Tranquil Moments Publishing. The last two short stories were a continuation of Cancer the Silent Storm.

Why did you become a writer?

I have always wanted to write as a little girl and I was always writing stories in school, making my English teachers proud, thus my passion for writing was birthed. I am also an avid reader, and my book club was birthed by my desire to help other newer authors by supporting them.

Tell us about your publishing journey.

I have learned in one year that this is a tough industry, but God. I am learning who to go to and who to leave alone- it's sad to say that so many who had to travel the same paths to their success as new writers; many don't want to help you without nickel and diming you to death and many don't want to help you because they are afraid someone will go further than them. So, I have decided to learn all I can to be the best that I can be; latch hold on to those who are genuine in their willingness to give a hand, and grow so that I can become great like you Ms. E. I want to help others who are aspiring to become published authors by serving and not being served.

Awards and recognition?

I haven't been rewarded by man, but God is pleased with my obedience to write what He has given me.

Has your work touched anyone. How?

I have received many emails and posts to my website with thanks for writing and sharing their experiences and how I have helped them continue to trust in God during their own valley experiences.

What's on the horizon?

I just launched Silent Unity Publishing LLC, working with my first client, with a release in October 2010 and I am writing my new novel- entitled, Waiting While You Wait. It's Christian fiction to be released in Dec. 2010.

Encouraging words for aspiring authors?

Never give up and keep your head up! Your gift will make room for you!

Morning Rituals?

Write at least ten minutes... at least...and then think about what I need to be writing the rest of the day while I am working.

Describe your perfect writing environment.

My perfect writing environment is around 3 in the morning or 6 in the mornings- because everyone is asleep and I can write with no hindrances and other interruptions.

Who are some of your favorite authors and why?

Dwan Abrams, Sheila Lipsey- the twists in her books keep you hanging on the edge of your seat, titles jump out at me, Jahzara Bradley- Love Don't Live Here Anymore- is hot and I know that if I am looking for more from an author, they make my favorites list, Omar Tyree- when he first started writing- his writing appealed to me as it was on my age level, I was dealing with the issues in Flyy Girl, for the Love of Money- ah.. Lutisha Lovely, love all of her work, and Reverend Feelgood sounded like something that only rich folks from the soap operas engage in, but it was so real reading it and I wasn't too surprised at it- dealing with church folks. Nikkea Smithers, whose writing is so on point and she definitely flips the script and gives a good view from the other side of the fence. I love so many- Renee Flagler, Kwan, too many to name!

Favorite books?

In Her Mind, Blueprints, On the Flip Side, Somebodys Sinning in My Bed, Love Don't Live Here Anymore, Dear Mama, Any Way the Wind Blows, Abide With Me- all of E. Lynn Harris' books, Beautiful Ugly, Married Strangers, Misguided, Unfaithful, My Own Terms, Casting the First Stone, Church Folk, Sin No More, Love Like Hallelujah, Preacher's Passion, Every Thug Needs a Lady- so many and your book is on the list for this summer...

Parting words?

'Our Faith was Tested as Cancer Visited Our Home Three Times Within a Year'
Elissa, thank you for this opportunity and for reaching out to me! I am so excited about how you push your authors up and give so freely of yourself. It's a blessing that there are still some people genuine in their
giving, not taking everything for yourself. Because of your bountiful sowing, you shall reap bountifully.

Cancer the Silent Storm- revised

2010-03-30T19:30:00.001-07:00

The synopsis:

Cancer the Silent Storm is the testimony and triumph of mother and daughter who battled cancer at the same time. This is our story during a season of testing, endurance, and perseverance. While going through a physical disease, but spiritual battle that brought forth a greater love and appreciation for the God, which we serve. Through our trial, you will see God in action as He worked through two willing vessels to confuse the things of the wise. He will show up and be glorified through the power in, which He exemplifies his majesty. Go with us through our storm so that when it is time for your silent storm, you will be able to stand. According to Romans 8:28; All things work together for the good of those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. Be empowered to believe that what God did for us, He will do for you.

You can pre-order your copy at www.silentunitypublishing.com. All copies will be autographed. Projected release is April 30th, 2010

Thursday October 1st, 2009

2009-10-01T10:29:00.000-07:00

Good afternoon,

RhonShay's surgery was a success and after much waiting, we were allowed to go into the PICU to see her. Walking through a line of family members who were quietly mourning the loss of their son, nephew, cousin, or friend; my heart went out to them. Being so near death put a fear in me that I could not utter out of my mouth. Ronnie and I politely excused ourselves as we passed the family. My eyes were downcast, I was still not believing what I was walking through. Upon entry to the PICU, we had to wash our hands and were led to where RhonShay lay. As I write this now, I am tearing up as the images are still so vivid in my mind as if yesterday. When my eyes beheld the picture of sickness and death all around me, I was broken in spirit. Thankful for the wall and bed rails; I used them as a support system as my knees buckled upon seeing my baby lying there motionless, the rest side of her face was swollen, on a respirator, helping to keep her alive. The doctors had RhonShay heavily sedated and told us that she did fine during the surgery, but when it was over she had problems breathing from the pressure of the mass on pressing on her lung. Her blood pressure was high and she was running a fever, but hey that was great news compared to the baby who had just been called home. RhonShay remained heavily sedated, and on the respirator until she was stable enough to be taken off. My biggest fear was her dying and me not being there for her. I made up in my mind after that visit, that I would not see her like that again. My heart couldn't handle it and my mind wouldn't grasp it...

RhonShay was still in the PICU when the diagnosis was given. The words were like a bass drum being beat in my head. "CANCER!" I said some choice words, finding it hard to believe that the same crisis would dare to hit the same house at the same doggone time. I think of that now and I still get mad with the doggone devil. The doctors would begin giving her the first round of treatments at ten that night and an extra dosage to get it in her system. My baby didn't have a clue of what was going on around her, or with her. More papers needed to be signed- I called my supervisor before I called my own mother. I don't even know why, I was out on leave for my own fight with Cancer. My supervisor started crying, Jasmin was crying, Ronnie was crying, Sylvia was crying, Danielle was crying. Ugh... my mother was strong and if she did cry;I never knew- she let Melina, my sister know. Crushed, Ronnie and I met with the oncology team and signed the forms for RhonShay's treatment. I had not been for my own treatment in over three weeks and at that time I really didn't care.

Ronnie had been staying at the hospital with Rhonshay at nights. Everytime he asked me if I had called to the hospital, my answer was no. I was afraid to even call because I was in a vulnerable state at the time. Tired, sick, tired, sick, tired....

2009-09-22T11:20:00.000-07:00

Once I was up yesterday the 21st of Sepember – and my day begun to take shape; memories of five years ago and a day- flooded my mind-it happened. My baby girl was sick, had lost weight, wasn’t eating, only going through the motions of living and sleeping… she was literally dying before my eyes and on the 21st of Sept. 2004- I decided not to stand back and allow death to have her…- I had taken her to the doctor the day before and we were sent out to Duke for a ct scan on RhonShay’s brain….. when she fell down as we walked the long tunnel way…. I hollered at her because I thought she was over exaggerating her sickness.. if you knew her you know why- she’s a mama’s girl and loves attention. When she looked up at me with those pretty brown eyes and said-
“I can’t help it,” I felt so bad and wished I could have eaten my words. I got her up off of the floor- sat her down on the nearest bench and went to get a wheelchair for her…. minutes later we checked in and I was scared for her- more for her than myself. I too was in the midst of fighting for my life with Breast Cancer- that had returned in July…
Tears now in my eyes I will backtrack to five years ago when the storm intensified in my life….. this is just the beginning……
The doctor called and said that RhonShay had fluid around her brain… oh God- what did it all mean? I felt so bad… like a terrible mother who didn’t see that her child was sick…. it would have been my fault…if….. stay tuned....

Author, Lacha' J. Mitchell featured in the new anthology, Never Would Have Made It

2009-06-30T18:11:00.001-07:00

Author, Lacha' J. Mitchell featured in the new anthology, Never Would Have Made It FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE(LOS ANGELES, CA) -- JUN 8, 2009 -- (eMediaCampaigns!) -- Can inspiration change the direction of cancer? Some might scoff, but author, Lacha' J. Mitchell knows better. Often referred to as a "cancer survivor," Lacha' J. Mitchell is in truth, a cancer thriver. That's because there's no stopping her. After battling and winning a 5-year bout with cancer, she is making an indelible mark to encourage and enlighten others on the subject with the written and spoken word.Readers will find Mitchell's journey particularly inspiring. After being diagnosed at 32 years-old with stage I Invasive Carcinoma, she went through the grueling, painful, and long suffering treatments most cancer patients do. However, while being treated she faced a terrifying and unexpected obstacle. Her then, 10-year old daughter was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma, a type of cancer that starts in lymphatic tissue.Today, Lacha' Mitchell is making waves as a inspirational speaker and contributing author of the soon-to-be-bestseller, Never Would Have Made It: A Testimony of What God Has Done In My Life (Tranquil Moments, 2009). Her powerful testimony is entitled, Restoration. It chronicles how faith and a partnership with God lead to a mother daughter beating cancer. Never Would Have Made It is available for purchase at www.lachajmitchell.com Mrs. Mitchell can be contacted at lachajmichell@gmail.comSOURCE: eMediaCampaigns!REPORTER: Fran Briggs- FranFOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE(LOS ANGELES, CA) -- JUN 8, 2009 -- (eMediaCampaigns!) -- Can inspiration change the direction of cancer? Some might scoff, but author, Lacha' J. Mitchell knows better. Often referred to as a "cancer survivor," Lacha' J. Mitchell is in truth, a cancer thriver. That's because there's no stopping her. After battling and winning a 5-year bout with cancer, she is making an indelible mark to encourage and enlighten others on the subject with the written and spoken word.Readers will find Mitchell's journey particularly inspiring. After being diagnosed at 32 years-old with stage I Invasive Carcinoma, she went through the grueling, painful, and long suffering treatments most cancer patients do. However, while being treated she faced a terrifying and unexpected obstacle. Her then, 10-year old daughter was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma, a type of cancer that starts in lymphatic tissue.Today, Lacha' Mitchell is making waves as a inspirational speaker and contributing author of the soon-to-be-bestseller, Never Would Have Made It: A Testimony of What God Has Done In My Life (Tranquil Moments, 2009). Her powerful testimony is entitled, Restoration. It chronicles how faith and a partnership with God lead to a mother daughter beating cancer. Never Would Have Made It is available for purchase at www.lachajmitchell.com Mrs. Mitchell can be contacted at lachajmitchell@gmail.comSOURCE: eMediaCampaigns!REPORTER: Fran Briggs- Fran

Have A Little Faith Anthology -Released!

2009-06-12T10:51:00.000-07:00

God has promised… And you must believe.
Have A Little Faith is filled with against all odds stories. No matter what the doctor says, no matter what the economy is doing, the people of God must Have A Little Faith and believe that God has not forgotten.
Have A Little Faith delivers stories of undeniable faith in the midst of heartbreaking situations. The writers in this anthology have beaten the odds against cancer, multiple sclerosis, physical abuse and the general struggles of life. Have A Little Faith will uplift and inspire readers to believe… trouble don’t last always. Edited by Essence best selling author, Vanessa Miller.

JUST SPEAK LIFE
By: Lacha’ J. Mitchell

I could not shake the feelings of doom for myself. The battle going on in my mind was
a constant reminder that death was trying to track me down as well. Sometimes I felt as if
I were running a race that I could not win. Death was everywhere, and I was in a pit of
sickness, disease and despair.
Breast Cancer had made its second appearance to disrupt my life and now my baby
girl was fighting for her life as well. I was in the process of fighting for my life when
cancer threatened to make a home within my family until one or both of us gave up the
fight. While my body was rejecting me, fighting against me, betraying me, I had to speak
life in order to be there for my baby girl. Not knowing if I would live or die because
treatments were halted due to my daughter’s situation. I was ready to trade my life for
hers if God would only take me and restore her.
Bargaining with God which is what we do, when the chips are down, when we think
our talking impresses God to move on our behalf, or grant our greatest wish. My back
was against the wall, and I begged and pleaded with God to turn the situation around for
us.
Feeling totally drained, with no visible resolutions in sight, moving like a dead woman
walking, I ended up at the sink to wash my hands and then over to RhonShays bedside. I
was afraid to really look at her. Ronnie had no problems doing so, but I found myself
leaning on him as if he were my crutch. Ronnie was my physical strength and I needed
for him to help me keep it together. He stood at the bottom of her bed and I stood on the
left side, looking at the child whose name on the wall was the name of my child, but was
swollen in the face and neck area with tubes in her nose and mouth with a machine - the
respirator keeping her alive. It was her lifeline to this side of the world, but she was
resting because of the heavy sedation. Crying inside because of the deformity of my
child’s physical appearance, screams were begging me to release them into the
atmosphere. My heart crumbled like one who takes a piece of paper and balls it up in
their hand. The context of my heart would never be the same if God did not step in to fix
it.
Half standing, half leaning on the bedrail, I listened as the doctors told us that
RhonShay could not breathe on her own after the biopsy on her chest was done. I knew
that her heart could stop because they forewarned us of the risks and the danger of
operating on her with such a huge mass in her chest. I chose to believe God, that He
would defy the odds against her. As I watched her, I wondered if I did the right thing by
her. Voices and hints of my selfishness began to flood my Eardrums and I wanted to run
from all of the thoughts and just have a moment of peace to think it all through.

You can order your copy at www.lachajmitchell.com

Let's Celebrate the birth of my baby!!!

2009-03-13T22:23:00.000-07:00

Cancer the Silent Storm

2009-03-07T02:38:00.000-08:00

Book Release Celebrate:

Saturday, March, 14, 2009 2-5 p.m.

1307 Fayetteville St. Durham, NC 27707

*** prizes, food, fellowship, ministering in song, mime***

The Dreaded Doctor's Visit. 3/06/09

2009-03-06T11:17:00.000-08:00

This morning, I went to the doctor for my routine testing. I needed to have a PET/CT scan done and I dreaded it. I had not been in the best of moods all week because I the appointment was looming and I was not handling it well at all. Everytime I had to have these tests done, I would turn into a different person. Quiet and withdrawn, with a dark cloud that was always following me trying to suck the life out of me.. and I acquiesed to that feeling of despair and allowed fear and doubt to enter in. I don't know why I did this, I have survived five and a half years of having the cancer name attached to every counter form from the doctors and I still don't believe in living. When I speak, my faith ascends boundaries that our flesh could never comprehend or relate to. The more I think of all who have passed away because of the demon spirit, I get really sad, and my spirit is grieved. Affected by every story, or hearing that someone was sick, and not doing well felt like a dagger in my own life span.

At the hospital, after checking in, I waited for the call to have blood drawn. I breezed through it although another vein was blown in the process of getting that taken care of. Husband and I were walking down the hallways... and found the elevator to take us to the basement where the PET imaging center was located. Getting checked in downstairs and having to fill out the same papers for the umpteenth time, was draining all in itself. I tired of having to do this as if the information have changed since 2003- The hospital having all of my records in their system still asked me the questions that the answers are etched in my brain. Have you ever had a biopsy, have you ever had a PET scan, when , where, have you ever had surgery, why and what site, where was the surgery performed on y0ur body? Did you ever take chemotherapy or radiation? Why and where, any tumors? If your answer is yes, please explain in the notes below.... all of this made me tired....

Calling me back to a room, to get my weight... wow I can say I lost four pounds since our consecration began. The nurse began to set up to get me IV access, and I asked for my husband to be sent back and for a call to be put into the IV team. Not just anyone would be jabbing at my dried up, invisible, once plump ready to give blood, but now just hidden veins. Send the experts back or no tests will be done on me today. I did not want to make the nurse feel bad or inadequate, but with my history, she could do nothing with what she saw... yes many nurses will try just because they don't want to look like they don't have a clue as to what they are doing, but no more guinea pig mess for me... just get me the IV team, no discussion, yes I was adamant and it is so...

Using a 22 inch needle with thick tubing, jabbing into my poor vein, which kept jumping out of the way, trying to keep from being pricked was making it very painful for me. Grabbing hubby's hand, the phlebotomist held down my right arm but my left side was jumping out of the chair and hubby wouldn't look up, just kept telling me to be still, hold on. I did not want to hear any of that, I wanted the man to stop torturing me. Trying not to let the tears escape from my eyes, I held my head upwards to the sky and tried to focus being in heaven. Five minutes later, as soon as I felt that vein finally allow the needle access to it, the nurse began to explain that the valves to the veins would close when the person was anxious and that would make it harder for the IV to be inserted. I just listened, and thought to myself, no if you would stop trying to push a needle where clearly the vein has a lot of scar tissue surrounding it, and looking for another angle then it would not be as painful... ugh.. I have learned a lot in five years of dealing with this, so I was well passed the naive stage, where I believed everything that flowed from the pain inflictors lips.

Next stage... the lab technician brings in a big cup of IV contrast after my sugar had been tested, and iodine had been injected into my veins to light up anything abnormal during the scans. There was two cups for me to drink, sit in the darkness for an hour. With all of the foreign matter that had once again invaded my body, it was hard for me to get warm. I turned on my ipod since I was alone. Hubby had gone to get a fresh fruit smoothie to suck on, while I starved because of the NPO after midnight. I listened to Bryon Cage's " I Will Bless The Lord," and was actually feeling my spiritual strength overtake the physical. All too soon, it was time to go and have the tests done. Led to a bathroom to empty my full bladder and then into a room with the big machine. I lay down on it, got strapped or should I say locked down, warm blankets were given, soothing words were given and then there was the test of saline to make sure that the IV contrast would flow with no problems through the battered vein without leaking into my skin. The lab tech looked at me and said she remembered me from last year, and she started the test- saline began to flow down the tubing and into my veins. I was squirming and felt like my vein was on fire. I could not keep the tears at bay any longer, blinking them back quickly as I could, the lab tech asked me if it burned; and I looked like do you have to ask. She said to the other tech who was administering the saline to let it flow slower, but that did not help matters at all. At that point, my bravado gave away to tears and the demon spirit of fear jumped into my spirit usurping my faith for the moment. No longer caring, I let the tears fall as they may.

The lab tech apologized profusely, but as I blinked back any remaining tears I let her know it was okay. She told me that she did not want me to cry, the whole time she wiped at my tears as I was unable to do so. She told me, you have been through so much and your veins are just really sensitive. All I was good for at the moment was crying, and thinking oh my why? I thought of all of the other patients, cancer stricken and otherwise and thought of the torment that they must go through. My tears came down harder and harder, fallen into the inside of my ears, once again I was inside of the machine and holding on to bars above my head. No one to wipe my tears that time. Trying to remain still, my chest continued to heave softly and as the contrast rolled down from the tubing into my veins, it burned so I kept right on crying. The sensation to urinate came over me with a feeling of heat. My insides felt like they were on fire and I had the urge to regurgitate. Naseus, I had to take deep breaths before the machine started taking more pictures. I followed the commands of when to breathe in and when to let the breath out and when to stop breathing. I felt hopeless once again, dread filled me to my core, and that is when Marvin Sapp's cd came out through the speakers. Trying to concentrate on the music and the fruitful declarations, I was not lifted. I just wanted out, and to go home.

Finally, it was all over, and now the wait begins. Waiting, drinking to flush my system of all that I allowed in but did not belong there, and waiting some more. The results of my tests will be completed by Tuesday or Wednesday. Until then....

Fade Away by: RhonShay Scott

2009-01-08T06:56:00.000-08:00

RhonShay said...
Starting to rain again the hurts comin back now where is the sun? Starting to rain again don't know why, what have I done? In life I've been high, I've been low, I've been been hurting, my heart has been sore. I don't know what, but one thing I know dis ain't no fun. Sometimes I wish dat I could stand here and fade away. So dat no one would see the tears running down my face, oh invisibility would be great. I painted a picture of life in the past the hurt is coming again it's all in my mind it wont leave me alone. I've been hurt my hearts broken down cuz people are missing and I dont know why. I miss them much and I thought we had love. I don't know why, but one thing I know dis ain't no fun. Sometimes I wish dat I could stand here and fade away. Hopin no one will see the tears running down my face, oh invisibility would be great. I kept looking at myself in the mirror askin myself how dumb could you be? Maybe life would be much easier and more clear if no one could see me. I'm hurt you left me all alone. I have holes and hurt in my heart because people dat meant the world to me left me. U were like a precious jewel dat I alwayz wanted 2 keep. You were like my favortie food I always wanted to eat. Sometimes I wish I would have never met the people that hurt and left me cuz at one moment you had me thinkin you cared and loved me, but you left you ran away; never called, nothing. It hurts, but you will never understand. Sometimes I wish I could fade away. You ditched my mommy, she thought you were her sister and you left her like a poor person asking for money. We ask why what did we do so wrong for you 2 leave us hurt.? It's ok, your life iz better without us.

I NEED A HEALING FOR MY SOUL

2009-01-02T07:21:00.000-08:00

Dear God,

I just wanted to take a time out to say thank you. I know that with the title of this blog people may be wondering what’s to be thankful for when your title is saying I need a healing for my soul.
Well Lord-
I have endured many trials and tribulations througout my life and since I can first remember my first tragedy- I knew that I needed healing. Things that I could never talk about or tell about were buried deep inside of me because who would believe me anyways? I was three years young and no longer had a daddy in my life- so our cover was blown since our family was torn apart. Things happened after dark that even though many years ago left a stain or a residue that will always linger not wanting to let me free of it. You know all about it, for you were there each time it happened, you were there when I became aware of right and wrong. I did things that were not of you, because that is what I was taught- and oh it was cute to others but damaging to my soul. I did not know you then but you knew me and what was going on all of the time- you saw it all- so you alone know what I am writing about. As I continued to get older, in my disobedience I was trying to find my own healing but found nothing but hurt and shame. I needed a healing for my soul but was looking in all the wrong places to find it. I continued to live and make bad decisions- damaging myself all the more- allowed people to disrespect me in ways that if I even thought that something like that happenend to one of my daughters- Lord you know!!!!! I am now 37 years old and have seen more tears than laughter- even in meeting you Lord and accepting your son as my savior and Lord- I still see rain, pain, darkness and trouble all around- I still need a healing for my soul. I know that the only answer is to stick it out with you Lord and to run for my life or I will lose it- Lord I need you to heal my soul- for I know that I cannot make it without you- and only you can send me healing for all of my pain, sadness and disappointment that I have had to walk through.
I need you Lord to fix what is broken within me, so that I can stop going through the motions of life, not really living but just existing- trying not to feel, or think, I need a healing for my soul and then I know that I will be alright- as long as you are the one who is doing the healing.
Thanks Lord for always having time to listen to me- I love you Lord.

Broken but Healed

2008-12-21T05:28:00.001-08:00

"Broken but Healed" is my contribution to the collection of short stories from a diverse group of authors in the "Reflections of Me" anthology.

My short story is of Christian genre. It is a story of the trials and triumph in a marriage. It is a testimony of letting go and letting God in spite of the deceit, hurt and rejection. God can and will heal anything broken by our faith.

Please purchase your copy at: http://www.aambcpublications.com/ for $13.95

"Cancer the Silent Storm"

2008-12-17T18:04:00.000-08:00

“Cancer the Silent Storm”
Synopsis:

Cancer the Silent Storm is the testimony and triumph of mother and daughter who battled cancer at the same time. This is our story for a season of testing, endurance, and perseverance while going through a physical disease but spiritual battle which brought forth a greater love and appreciation for the God which we serve. We know that God’s word is true when He speaks and says that it will rain on the just as well as the unjust. Through our story, you will see God in action as He works through two willing vessels to confuse the things of the wise. He will show up and be glorified through the power in which He exemplifies his majesty. Go with us through our storm so that when it is time for your silent storm you will be able to stand, knowing that all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. Be empowered to believe that what God did for us, He will do for you.

Lacha' J. Mitchell
Associate Minister
Author- "Cancer the Silent Storm"
Contributor- "Bread from Heaven," Victorious Magazine

Thanks be to God for another Year!!!

2008-12-15T18:21:00.000-08:00

Happy early birthday to me! God has seen fit to allow me to see another year of life.

I started this blog post on 12/15/08- but left it for a few hours.... It is now officially my birthday~ Happy Birthday me....

I cannot begin to thank God for all that He has done for me... I am up and have been since 2 a.m.- reflecting on all that I have endured in my now thirty-eight years of existence. Thirty-eight years of dying to live.... from a child I tried unsuccessfully to find my place among my peers, when I was a teen, I was dying of self-loathing, never feeling satisfied on the inside, always sad, always longing. As a young adult- I was craving love from anyone who would give it- or so what I believed love to be. All of the while, not realizing that I was still dying to live, not wanting to live, existing, going through the motions of life.

Thinking at age 23 that giving my life to Christ was what would save me (I did get saved), but little did I know- I was still dying to live. I endured some of the hardest times in my life after I accepted Jesus as my groom. I was always wondering why me... why so much, so fast and non-stop. Through many thoughts of suicide just like in the prior phase of my life, I was yet dying.... God allowed me to stay in the fire, as He had done all of my life- before I knew Him was no different in that aspect. It took me a while to realize that although the fire continued to rage, that God was bigger than the storms of my life. I had a crash course in drawing nigh to God, and learning of Him by Him. Many more tears, pain, disappointments, rejection by man, I was still dying to live. The storms did not stop, as a matter of fact, I could not get one thing half way right and the next was waiting for me.

Oh, the biggest test of my life was on the horizon. I did not hear or see the warnings, nor did I understand them until after "CANCER" invaded my body and tried to take me out. Hind-sight is 20/20 and I could see it all so clearly- God was setting me up! Yes, blaming it on the devil is always the first course of action. I experienced so many emotions at once, then time and time again, all the time..... depression, thoughts of dying were always plaguing my mind, controlling my actions, my withdrawal from those close to me. I remember thinking... once again I am dying to live... dying to the flesh to live for Christ, dying in my body- desperately wanting to live, not to leave my husband, children, could not stand the thought of someone else raising my kids...felt like stabbing in my heart. I was mad at everyone and could not be consoled... God was with me.. I had to remind myself but so easy to forget sometimes when you are overwhelmed with chemotherapy appointments, all types of tests, and scans. The process... oh if we can make it through the process. I began to see what was going on in the spirit realm. I could see Michael the warring angel fighting the demons of darkness on my behalf and God had to continue to send Gabriel to remind me that He was with me and that healing belonged to me no matter what it looked like if I did not faint. God used many people at times to speak life to me and sometimes He would allow no one to speak, but I had to encourage myself. The test of life, is once we meet Him, the fight is to stay with Him. God had designed my life as such to push me to my destiny- I had accepted my calling into the ministry of the gospel of Jesus Christ. Satan was not happy, so he had to try to make me lose my faith. He wanted my testimony, and many times he almost had me, but God. Through four years of treatments, a lumpectomy, mastectomy, reconstruction surgery and other biopsies, tests, I am still standing. I can say with a sincere heart of humbleness, thanks be go God for another year and for being a five year cancer survivor. I could go even further to say- straight from my pastor's mouth to my ears.. you are not a survivor but you are an overcomer and more than a conqueror with much inside of me...

Glory be to the God most High who gets all of my praise, honor, and thanksgiving. Lord I want to say thank you that although, I will have to deal with more from the disease that wanted my life. I will continue to focus on what I am carrying for you and that is "Your Word!"

Happy Birthday to me....