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        <title>MedWorm Tags: aching</title>
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            <title>What the silence speaks</title>
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            <description>I'm going to put this in writing. Because I trust that someone out there has felt this way, needs to read this, needs to hear that someone else is in the same lonely place. Because writing it somehow brings the breath back into lungs spasming and the light back into eyes behind those squeezed-tight eyelids. Because I know somewhere someone else is crying out for help from Jesus as they put brick upon brick, slap mortar, build build build walls and hope they're invisible walls, walls nobody can see and will keep you safe in here forever. Because, if you read that I am right here, where you are feeling all alone,&amp;nbsp;then you will know the truth - you who are like me, and not alone - and the truth will set you free. (John 8:32)Don’t let your bones turn to stoneCause you’re feeling so al...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 06:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Tethered</title>
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            <description>Tether. Rope. Just a tool. Infinitely less treasured and considered than whatever precious cargo it anchors. It's frayed ends continue to go unnoticed unless they split far enough to break, let loose the treasure.I never gave a thought to the thousands of tethers God formed inside me while I still slept inside my mother's womb. My frame was not hidden when You formed me in the secret place. One day in 2008, just after the birth of my son, a cascade of events started. Aaron and I pored over medical journals and came to the conclusion that we should at least try to be done having children. Sever the tether between ovaries and uterus. It was an odd decision to make, in the day of vasectomies. But that is what the two of us had peace with. So I went under surgeon's knife and closed a chapter i...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 12:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Still frame in rushing water</title>
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            <description>I shall know why, when time is over,And I have ceased to wonder why;Christ will explain each separate anguishAnd I, for wonder at his woe,I shall forget the drop of anguish,That scalds me now, that scalds me now.~ from Emily Dickinson's Time &amp; Eternity, 1926 ~It was a golden, crisp autumn afternoon: October 8th, the last day I remember Amelia healthy in the recent past. We went to the park to play Pooh sticks off the bridge I used to walk as a child. Today has been a tough day. I think the stress is starting to hit home a bit. I feel like I am spinning wheels when I am doing anything other than tending to, absorbing, or cuddling my children - any of the four of them. And unfortunately, I can't have all four together in one room due to the unknown origin of Amelia's infection (she is in...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 04:22:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>If it’s Tuesday…</title>
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            <description>If this is Tuesday, then I must be in Boulder, right? Right. The land of Yoga.
Last night, Buck and I went to what we thought was going to be a beginner yoga class. Well, it wasn&amp;#8217;t a beginner&amp;#8217;s class, but I did manage to last the whole way through it. Therefore, I am totally pleased with myself.
Even if it means sitting here with aching muscles &amp;#8212; it&amp;#8217;s a good ache. Therefore, today&amp;#8217;s lesson is: when making a reservation in a yoga class, make sure that your definition of &amp;#8220;beginner&amp;#8221; matches that of the person signing you up for it.
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            <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 16:54:36 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The art of explaining away</title>
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            <description>Filed under: All Cancers, Cancer SurvivorsI've read stories about women whose breast cancer diagnoses were delayed because they explained away certain symptoms. One woman, an athlete, was told by her husband one day that her nipple looked different from the other. &quot;It's probably just the jog bra I've been wearing all day,&quot; she assured him. They both moved on.Some time later, this woman learned that her different nipple was a sign of breast cancer. And she had it. She just didn't know it. And so her diagnosis came late. Eight years later, this young mother of two small children died from a disease she explained away.This is normal -- the art of explaining away all the odd messages our bodies give us. Perhaps it's the stigma of whining about every little ache and pain that keeps us from purs...</description>
            <author>The Cancer Blog</author>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 04:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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