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	<title>Comments on: The Ledger</title>
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	<description>Thoughts from what&#039;s left of my brain</description>
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		<title>By: marketingtomilk</title>
		<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/10/21/the-ledger/comment-page-1/#comment-4433</link>
		<dc:creator>marketingtomilk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2011 12:07:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is an indescribably beautiful post. Your writing brings me comfort in dark hours.  Thank you.

M2Mx</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is an indescribably beautiful post. Your writing brings me comfort in dark hours.  Thank you.</p>
<p>M2Mx</p>
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		<title>By: magpie</title>
		<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/10/21/the-ledger/comment-page-1/#comment-609</link>
		<dc:creator>magpie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 21:23:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The thing I never knew the answer to was whether my mother knew she was dying. In some ways, she denied it - even when she was no longer able to go upstairs, and living in a hospital bed, her world constrained to trips from the living room to the kitchen, first by walker, later by wheelchair - even then she&#039;d say, &quot;I don&#039;t know how much longer I&#039;ll be in this hospital bed&quot;.

Your mother&#039;s clarity is admirable. Much luck to her.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The thing I never knew the answer to was whether my mother knew she was dying. In some ways, she denied it &#8211; even when she was no longer able to go upstairs, and living in a hospital bed, her world constrained to trips from the living room to the kitchen, first by walker, later by wheelchair &#8211; even then she&#8217;d say, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know how much longer I&#8217;ll be in this hospital bed&#8221;.</p>
<p>Your mother&#8217;s clarity is admirable. Much luck to her.</p>
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		<title>By: Ruth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ruth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:21:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was a beautiful peek at a beautiful human.  You have such a great writing gift and I look forward to each and every entry.  Keep on writing and much love to your family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was a beautiful peek at a beautiful human.  You have such a great writing gift and I look forward to each and every entry.  Keep on writing and much love to your family.</p>
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		<title>By: Kunyi</title>
		<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/10/21/the-ledger/comment-page-1/#comment-604</link>
		<dc:creator>Kunyi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 11:54:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your note today brought tears to my eyes.  My mom - well, there are no words, but let me try.  She recently had two or three strokes, from which she has recovered admirably.  Now, an unexpected thud from the basement sends me into a anxious sprint down the stairs, thinking I&#039;ll find her in a heap again.  Hearing a thud from outside means she&#039;s fallen off the roof while picking pears (No kidding.)  

I had a moment of panic a few weeks ago when I realized I am afraid of living in a world without my mom.  As silly as it sounds, I (almost 50) am not ready to be an orphan.  This is ridiculous.  I&#039;m a grown woman, a business owner, a parent, friend, blah, blah, blah... and still, I&#039;m not ready to be an orphan.  It will likely happen, though.  I&#039;m not sure I&#039;ll handle it with as much grace and spirit as my mother shows every day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your note today brought tears to my eyes.  My mom &#8211; well, there are no words, but let me try.  She recently had two or three strokes, from which she has recovered admirably.  Now, an unexpected thud from the basement sends me into a anxious sprint down the stairs, thinking I&#8217;ll find her in a heap again.  Hearing a thud from outside means she&#8217;s fallen off the roof while picking pears (No kidding.)  </p>
<p>I had a moment of panic a few weeks ago when I realized I am afraid of living in a world without my mom.  As silly as it sounds, I (almost 50) am not ready to be an orphan.  This is ridiculous.  I&#8217;m a grown woman, a business owner, a parent, friend, blah, blah, blah&#8230; and still, I&#8217;m not ready to be an orphan.  It will likely happen, though.  I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;ll handle it with as much grace and spirit as my mother shows every day.</p>
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		<title>By: MDBlogs</title>
		<link>http://maternal-dementia.com/2009/10/21/the-ledger/comment-page-1/#comment-602</link>
		<dc:creator>MDBlogs</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 07:54:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A quick P.S.:  I shared this text with my mother, before I posted it, to ask her if it was okay to publish it on my blog.  You know her answer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A quick P.S.:  I shared this text with my mother, before I posted it, to ask her if it was okay to publish it on my blog.  You know her answer.</p>
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