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Shireen Sandoval is an American Entertainment Co-Host, BFCA Movie Critic at WSVN, FOX Channel 7, Deco Drive, Fashion Blogger, Model from New Mexico.

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Shireen Sandoval is an American Entertainment Co-Host, BFCA Movie Critic at WSVN, FOX Channel 7, Deco Drive, Fashion Blogger, Model from New Mexico.

Shireen Sandoval Age

The exact information about his birthplace and birth date have not been surfaced in the media yet.

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In contrast to her professional career. It was a great task to find out about his personal life and more importantly about her marital status. Additionally, there aren’t any rumors of his likely wife or girlfriend. However, she might be secretly married and living a happy life with her husband. Further,  there was married before.

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Shireen Sandoval Education

She holds a Bachelor of Science in both Broadcast Journalism and Theatre Arts from Eastern New Mexico University.

Shireen Sandoval Career

Ms. Sandoval started her broadcasting career as a Reporter/Anchor at the ABC and NBC affiliates in Amarillo, Texas. That’s where her entertainment, lifestyles segment “Shireen On The Scene” was born

By the early 2000s, the catchy phrase and her fun-loving reporting style fast-tracked her to the FOX affiliate in Indianapolis, Indiana, where she continued her “On The Scene” segments as the Features/Entertainment Reporter.

Shireen, who’s been a member of the Channel 7 family for almost a decade, is originally from Albuquerque, New Mexico. She holds a Bachelor of Science in both Broadcast Journalism and Theatre Arts from Eastern New Mexico University.

She’s also worked as a freelance reporter for EXTRA, ESPN and ABC Family and is a distinguished member of the Broadcast Film Critics Association based in Hollywood, California. Shireen isn’t just on the celebrity scene, she’s one of Miami’s favorite fashionistas and expresses her love for all things fashion on her popular blog “Shireen’s Favorite Things,” featured on the WSVN website.

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Sandoval, who’s been a member of the Channel 7 family for almost a decade, is originally from Albuquerque, New Mexico. She holds a Bachelor of Science in both Broadcast Journalism and Theatre Arts from Eastern New Mexico University.

However, she’s also worked as a freelance reporter for EXTRA, ESPN and ABC Family and is a distinguished member of the Broadcast Film Critics Association based in Hollywood, California.

Shireen Sandoval Illness

I don’t remember dying, but I did. Twice. It was a chilly Fall morning in October at a dentist’s office in Santa Fe. My mom had escorted me to what was supposed to be a regular wisdom teeth extraction appointment. Instead, something went horribly wrong.

The anesthesia was too much for my little body and my heart gave out. I was a teenager at the time and slight in stature. What’s more, I had never been put under for any type of surgery. I’d always been a pillar of health, barely catching a cold.

Luckily that day, the dentist and his assistant sprung into action, performing aggressive CPR on me until a crash cart was located and wheeled into the oral surgery suite. The doctor shocked my heart over and over again with a defibrillator until he was able to restore my heartbeat and its natural rhythm. Mind you, this all happened with my mother in the room screaming: “What in God’s name is happening?!”

Just when the nightmare seemed to be over and the doctor stabilized me, I flatlined again. This time, though, it was harder to bring me back. The ambulance was called and the attempt to save my life continued. I wish I could tell you that something amazing happened during my near-death experience, but for me, it didn’t. Unfortunately, I didn’t see ethereal angels, hear harps strumming, walk toward an omnipresent, powerful light or see Elsa, my beloved, stylish, self-eccentric, gorgeous grandmother, who had passed away just a few years earlier.

Instead, it was like I was in a worm-hole of sorts, watching the entire scene unfold before me. A long tunnel is a better way to describe it. I was on one end and everyone else in the room was on the other. Then, suddenly, as if a strong wind were carrying me, I rocketed forward through the tunnel and woke up. I vomited and passed out.

A few days later, weak and confused, I woke up in my own bed with my mother keeping vigilant watch over me. When she realized I had come to, she rushed to my side, stroked my hair and cried. It took me a long time to fully recover from what happened and when I look back at it now, I realize that after I flatlined, things were never really the same for me.

I became a fragile person; both physically and emotionally, but at that young age, I couldn’t quite explain why things just seemed different. I felt this deep weariness that would take me years to shake. Thankfully, life went on as usual. At least, until a few years ago.

That’s when I contracted a virus/infection that doctors think, more than likely, came from abroad. I could have easily picked it up from a contaminated fork, even a cup, but without the proper diagnosis, I grew sicker. The virus quickly manifested itself into Guillain-Barre’ Syndrome (a rare neurological disorder.) As many of you know, from past blog posts, I was fighting for my life, just like what happened with my wisdom teeth all those years ago.

I would go onto see dozens of doctors, healers and eventually find my way to the Mayo Clinic for help and a firm GBS/Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy diagnosis (try saying that fast a few times.) I was referred to South Florida Neuroscientist, Dr. Jeffrey Gelblum, who prescribed a series of intravenous immunoglobulin treatments; antibodies extracted from plasma that bolster the immune system and trick the body into thinking its well.

A year ago this week, starting on my birthday, I had my last IVIG treatment (an intense three-day, six-hours-a day infusion.) With this all-important anniversary, I couldn’t help but think and reflect, as time and distance often does to a person, that somehow, in some way, these two life-altering events are and were connected, perhaps, even intertwined.

I mean, what are the chances that I would “almost die” twice? I’ve been told by many doctors that I’d actually have a better chance of winning the lottery then getting GBS and if that’s true, what exactly is the universe trying to teach me, twice? That’s why I’m writing this blog. I wanted to “Bare It All (for my birthday)”.

I wanted to share what I’ve learned, how I’ve grown and most importantly, I wanted to thank ALL of the people who helped me fight, recover and heal over the last three years. Then, (my blog editor, Matty, will be thrilled to know,) that I’d like to once and for all set this story free, send it into the universe and as my shrink would say: “Screw starting a new chapter in your life. You need to start an entirely new book.”

I’ve learned that every single moment, minute, hour, day and year of my life is a beautiful, unique and fleeting gift; one that I’ve grown to appreciate and handle with tender loving care. Each time, in my youth and adulthood, that I was faced with the reality of losing my worldly existence, what mattered most to me were the people that I loved (not places or things.)

I also found it imperative to GIVE as much love as humanly possible in every way, shape, and form in everything I said and did. Believe me, I’m not perfect, I still have my moments, but my heart is committed to being one of true and genuine intent.

When I styled “Baring It All (for my birthday,)” I wanted the pictures to be pure and simple. I thought about all the things that I had been through the breakdown of my body, my heart, and parts of my mind. I also thought about all of the love, strength and nurturing that I received from so many people: family, friends, doctors, therapists, and complete strangers.

When Tod (my blog fashion photographer) was taking my picture, I let all the aforementioned feelings float around in my head and a sense of self-renewal came over me. My experiences, as of late, had stripped me of all the false fashionings I had had about life prior to my illness. The journey had given me hard-won wisdom, unwavering compassion and a new lease on life, literally. If that’s not a beautiful birthday gift, I don’t know what is…and that’s why “Baring It All (for my birthday,)” is one of my favorite things.

Shireen Sandoval Deco Drive

Deco Drive is daily live celebrity gossip and entertainment news magazine-style program featuring reports on trends and celebrities in South Florida. It has aired continuously since January 8, 1996, on WSVN-TV in Miami, Florida, and has also been carried on WSVN’s sister stations in Boston via their common ownership with Sunbeam Television.

Sandoval is the current co-host and Film Critic for WSVN’s popular Deco Drive lifestyles show

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Shireen’s Favorite Things

I don’t believe in God, at least not in the traditional sense. I know that’s not a popular thing to say; in fact, it scares the shit out of me to put it in black and white and not because I care what people think… okay, I do care what my family thinks. A lot.

Most of them are deeply religious. Not in a creepy, zealot kind of way, but in the way you’re supposed to be: kind, loving, generous, supportive and all the things you’d expect out of a God-fearing Christian family. I was reminded of that this past weekend when I flew to Salt Lake City to mourn the loss of my beloved Aunt Josie.

She was pure magic. Her smile, laugh and oh, that sparkle in her eye— I’ll never forget it. She was one-of-a-kind, but I guess a lot of people say that about those they’ve lost. Everyone has their own story…

Mine started a long time ago, when Josie was a force to be reckoned with in my life. Strong, beautiful and spirited, I longed to be like her, but as an awkward young person, finding one’s footing in life wasn’t that simple. I would experience gut-wrenching tragedy in high school; losing my boyfriend in a car accident. A year later, my best friend died, too.

The religion that usually consoled me left me feeling empty, confused and full of questions that had NO answers. “Have faith,” people would say or “Everything happens for a reason.” No, no, no — I wasn’t having any of it: instead of feeling comforted by the words, they felt trite and unrealistic.

I believed bad things happened for NO reason, kind of like good things did, too, and even though I didn’t know a lot about physics or theology back then, Sir Issac Newton’s Third Law came to mind (for every action in nature there is an equal and opposite reaction.) That very thought would be the first glimmer of the person fate would raise me to be.

I bounced around in my college years, too, unsure of my true religious beliefs. I tried passing myself off as “spiritual” not “religious”, but deep inside it felt like a cop-out. You know, just in case this God Thing is real, I’d slide into the pearly gates on good intentions because I was spiritually chic. It sounded and felt stupid, so instead — I said nothing at all.

As the years passed, Aunt Josie would come in and out of my life like a fresh summer breeze, always full of unconditional love, deep compassion and hard-won wisdom. When she visited, I knew she could feel my discontentment, but she never judged me. In fact, she accepted me exactly the way I was and encouraged me to find my true calling in life.

Her positivity was like an oasis in a desert full of judgement and expectation. My family wanted me to get married, have children and dedicate my life to the Lord. I tried. Hard. And Failed. So, I tried again. Eventually my “inadequacies” left me running for the hills or in this case, away from them and into a life I had never known.

One that would gradually turn into an eye-opening journey of self acceptance, healing and ultimately, forgiveness. Forgiving oneself for not being all the things you thought you were supposed to be and what others hoped you’d be was a good place to start.

As the tight boundaries of religion loosened around me, I experienced something astonishing — happiness and success. That doesn’t mean it was all unicorns and rainbows; life is still life. I’ve experienced illness, loss and survived two divorces. Even my career in television has chewed me up a few times and spit me out, but the great thing about ALL of it? Making my OWN decisions: good and bad — without guilt, expectation or shame.

During my years of self-discovery, my aunt continued her true calling, too; ministering love to those who needed it, helping her kids (my cousins) raise their own families and most importantly, fighting the good fight against breast cancer for 25 years. Yes, 25 years and though distance and many years of life divided us, just knowing she was alive, breathing and smiling on planet earth made my world a better place and a lot of other people’s, too.

I’m not exactly sure when my Aunt Josie died, but the news trickled out of Salt Lake City and found me on Monday, April 2nd at 9:41PM. When I heard, my heart sank and my eyes filled with tears. I was at work, so I sucked it up and prepared for the task at hand: the 10 o’clock news. Afterward, I retreated to my office, turned off the lights and let the glow of my computer screen fill the room.

I closed my eyes and waited for sorrow to find me. It didn’t. Instead, my chest tightened, my breathing grew shallow and my mind raced with anxiety. I knew the feeling well and it had nothing to do with my aunt. For whatever reason, over the last few months, I had been suffering from debilitating anxiety. It was like an elephant on my chest in the morning, a ticking time bomb wrapped around my heart in the afternoon and a freight train steaming full speed ahead with both aforementioned symptoms at night. I had never experienced anything like it before. It was so bad, I could barely get through the day. I felt miserable and isolated.

My friends suggested therapy & medication, my family recommended a permanent vacation and Web MD said I should be exercising. Before committing fully to anything, though, I decided to white-knuckle it and do some serious soul-searching to find out exactly WHAT I was afraid of and WHY it was presenting itself as severe anxiety. The only problem: so far, my self-analyzation wasn’t working.

I landed in Salt Lake City to attend my Aunt Josie’s funeral on a snowy Thursday and my anxiety wasn’t doing me any favors. In fact, it was at an all-time high, but flying, making connections and finding my way to a strange hotel wasn’t exactly relaxing. Things got a little better once I met up with my immediate family.

As we pulled up to the church the next day, my heart was beating out of my chest and my palms were sweating. I couldn’t tell if it was my anxiety or the years of “Losing My Religion” that made me feel as if I were about to have a heart attack. Regardless, I needed to pay my respects to my aunt and I had long grown out of the suspicion that the church would burst into flames upon my entry.

The funeral was sad, because most funerals are and yet, it was beautiful at the same time. The outpouring of love and respect for my aunt made me realize that flying across the country and into a place I had tried my entire life to escape was the right thing to do.

I didn’t cry at the funeral, but I did hold back my tears. I wondered if my Aunt Josie could see me, in church, wishing for one last chance to see her and thank her for the positive impact she had on my life and career. I apologized for not being a better member of our family and asked her to forgive me for letting my loss of religion cloud my judgement of what mattered most — being present for the people you love.

There always seems to be a “before and after” when something major happens in life and usually it’s marked with a shift of some kind. You can evolve forward or backward, but standing still isn’t an option, because, well, the universe is constantly moving.

My “after” happened when I left my Aunt Josie’s funeral. As I walked out of the church and into the crisp cold air, I took a deep breath — it was the first one I had been able to take in two months. I waited for it, the debilitating anxiety to return. It didn’t. I thought perhaps it had retreated to allow me to grieve, but the next day when I woke up, the elephant on my chest was gone, the ticking time bomb wrapped around my heart in the afternoon had dismantled and the freight train, which was always speeding full steam ahead with anxious misery at night, had finally left the station without me.

As my plane lifted off, bound for Miami, I knew my Aunt Josie was with me or at least a part of her was and to make sure I knew it, she
granted me one last gift — peace. Since her funeral, my cloud of debilitating anxiety simply vanished. Poof. Just like that.

At times, I still wonder if it’ll creep back in and get the best of me, but it hasn’t, forcing me to analyze the very thing I had lost long ago — my religion. Maybe it just takes some of us longer to believe in something greater than ourselves, or maybe it’s how and why we believe that allows us to look beyond reason and experience faith.

I do believe my Aunt Josie is part of the universe now, filled with an energy I don’t truly understand. I hope she’s smiling and pain-free. If she is with God, I hope she puts in a good word for me, although I think she already has — it’s just her nature. Until then, I’ll continue “Losing My Religion” and who knows, maybe someday I’ll write a blog about finding it again, because I hear with God, anything is possible and that’s what it’s one of my Favorite Things.

In loving memory of Josie & Josh.