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            <title>Membrane Theory</title>
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            <description>Some of the smartest people on Earth are also the most creative. Consider the theoretical membrane theory, or M-theory:
Think of our gigantic 3D universe, from the Earth to the farthest edge of the cosmos. Next, imagine this same universe as a sheet of fabric, or membrane. Kind of like a sheet hanging on a clothesline, rippling Continue reading Membrane Theory (Source: Cancer, life, and me)</description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 15:00:52 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>When cancer killed grandma…</title>
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            <description>I&amp;#8217;d like to expand on what I wrote in this post, particularly about my grandma. I didn&amp;#8217;t write enough about how her death affected me. She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer  when she was 85 and I was 15. It&amp;#8217;s been said that type of cancer is one of the most excruciating and lethal. (R.I.P., Mr. Swayze)
Let me backtrack&amp;#8230; my granny was Manuela. She insisted we call her Manuelita, though. She didn&amp;#8217;t want to hear any of that &amp;#8220;abuelita&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;grandma&amp;#8221; business. She was short, stocky, feisty, and incredibly rugged for her age. She lived with my family since before I was born. In a sense, she was a second mom. They both ran the show while Dad was off working. Dad, Mom, and Manuelita: they were the bosses of us 5 kids.
Manuelita &amp; me
Manu...</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 22:26:07 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My foundation – Dad’s response</title>
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            <description>Not too long ago, I wrote about my father. He called me yesterday and asked if I was ready to hear his response yet. I said, &amp;#8220;Sure.&amp;#8221; I was curious. He actually read this to me over the phone. Can you say emotional? Between him choking up and me reaching for tissues&amp;#8230;well, I&amp;#8217;ll let you read it. He left this as a comment on the blog yesterday, but I&amp;#8217;m elevating it to full-on blog post, baby! My comments are in GREEN.
His reply:
Hi mi hijo,
After I read “My Foundation” I was crying for awhile, and so many memories to to my mind and heart. I remember how many of my plans (as a dad) for you suddenly collapsed right before my eyes. I figured maybe you would be a great soccer player. But, most of all, a martial artist that I could be teaching and coaching. (My Dad...</description>
            <author>Cancer, life, and me</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:12:51 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>My foundation</title>
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            <description>I&amp;#8217;m a newbie dad (about 7 years experience so far). Each day that goes by I am reminded of the strength and determination of one man: My father.
He started out as a newbie dad once. He had five kids in all: 3 girls and 2 boys. He was poor, but I didn&amp;#8217;t really know it or feel it. He worked his ass off in a factory. His children could have gone to public school for free, but he knew the value of education, so each one of them attended private schools through high school. His income went to food, rent, school, and clothes.
He was also a young father. He wasn&amp;#8217;t perfect by any means (but in my memory he comes damn close), but still he worked for all of us: Mom, Grandma, May, Jess, Thani, Alan and I. I see his sacrifice in retrospect and frankly, it floors me.
Then one day he w...</description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 19:38:16 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>The God Complex</title>
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            <description>Since I just wrote about the cancer demon fantasy, it reminded me why there is so much anger in me. It is all frustration. Mostly, I hate that I don&amp;#8217;t have something concrete to blame for all this crap. So I make up things to blame. As a kid and teen, it was mainly that demon thing. As I&amp;#8217;ve grown older, I mostly blame God. The invisible guy that almost everyone says is there.
Are you there, God (it&amp;#8217;s me, Chris)? I don&amp;#8217;t know. In fact I killed you too.  You know when that happened? It wasn&amp;#8217;t when I was diagnosed with cancer. It wasn&amp;#8217;t when I had to recover from surgery. It wasn&amp;#8217;t when I was being poked, prodded, and bugged every hour. It wasn&amp;#8217;t even when I found myself puking almost every day.
No, I killed you the day I found out Manuelita (g...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 18:30:54 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Up the Tree and Bullies</title>
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            <description>A couple quick &quot;tidbits&quot; today:1) I recently read a post on Wendy's blog about a new blog that her mother is starting.&amp;nbsp; Wendy's mom is looking to connect with grandparents or other extended family of those living with diabetes and/or celiac.&amp;nbsp; It got me thinking.&amp;nbsp; Those of us living with diabetes, and parents of those living with diabetes have this place to connect.&amp;nbsp; But does the desire to connect go... (Source: Diabetes Daily)</description>
            <author>Diabetes Daily</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 14:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Why Does Pain Get Worse When a Storm Is Coming?</title>
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            <description>The next time you watch the weather forecast, notice the barometric pressure, measured in inches. Numbers such as 30.04 will be followed by “rising,” “falling,” or “steady.” Typically, when a low pressure front is coming (and they do, all the time) it signals not only a change in the weather, but a drop in the barometric pressure, which is pressure against the Earth’s atmosphere. Remember when Grandma would say, “Rain’s coming, and I can feel it in my joints?” She actually knew this because of what happens to our bodies when the barometric pressure changes.
That means that the pressure against your body drops as well, and your joints and areas that are injured can begin to swell. This swelling causes increased inflammation, and we require hormones to deal with this incr...</description>
            <author>World of Psychology</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 16:58:58 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>April 14/09 Grandma, Snuggie, and I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.</title>
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            <description>It’s been a hectic time, which is one of the reasons why I don’t come back to Winnipeg often.
If there is one thing I can say, is that I do miss having that sense of family around me. I guess I have it in a sense in Toronto, but it’s not the same. Nonetheless, I will never have this as if I ever saw my name attached again to a Winnipeg address – I’d have to kill myself.
It’s just too bad that the city isn’t located the distance away as London, or Ottawa, just to make them all more accessible.
Easter Sunday we picked up my young 90-year-old grandmother to go to what seems the be the family institution for dining out: The Viscount Gort Hotel.
This is the hotel my sister and I stayed in when I was fifteen because our bungalow house caught on fire and damaged the entire upstairs....</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:26:10 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>For someone special.  Or everyone?</title>
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            <description>Is anyone as disappointed in me as I am?  Where the hell have I been lately?  Why no posts?  I mean Jesus.  Its not like rocket science right?  I should be punished.  O wait, I don&amp;#8217;t get children.  Right.
I had an interesting observation yesterday at the store.  I had to pick up a birthday card for my Grandpa.  His 82nd birthday was yesterday and we spent the day with him today stuffing our faces at a buffet, trying to beat our personal best on calorie intake, and then wondering the halls of an old people&amp;#8217;s hospital retirement community.  I think I hit my fill of old people for at least a month.  My toes can&amp;#8217;t really take anymore of those walker wheels.
OK my observation.  Anyone else ever notice that there are hardly any Grandpa birthday cards?  Like, there ...</description>
            <author>B a b y B o u n d</author>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 03:37:15 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Grateful for Family</title>
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            <description>Since receiving the news that my Grandma Findlay passed away on Saturday, I have been reflecting on her life and our relationship. I am grateful that I was able to visit with her and my grandfather over the holidays, when she seemed as strong as ever. With my grandfather currently recuperating from surgery in a care center, she was dissatisfied that there wasn't a better place to go for a walk. &quot;I wish I could do some digging in my garden!&quot; was her sentiment. At 89 years of age, she was still going strong. I have many, many good memories of times together over the years, and will deeply miss her chuckle as I share with her my latest adventures. Recently, we enjoyed trading stories about swimming, since she had done that regularly for many years. Always, I knew she cared for me and wished f...</description>
            <author>Annetics</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 03:31:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>A Dream.</title>
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            <description>I dreamed last night I'd been kidnapped. I was living in a strange house at the whim of a strange couple. I was with several women, and there were often more women coming and going, in and out. Some of why we were kidnapped was to serve as sexual prisoners, and some of it was for housekeeping, and some of it seemed just for the fun of being bossy and torturing someone.I was miserable and afraid. I felt like I'd never be able to get out.Suddenly, though, in an odd green jumpsuit, my favorite grandmother appeared. I was happy to see her, as I knew she'd come to rescue me, but also because she's been dead for several years. I miss her. She came in, politely, and winked at me in a way that told me I could walk right out the back door. She stayed to schmooze with the kidnappers and distract the...</description>
            <author>Heroin Addiction Codependence</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 04:04:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>108 Thanksgiving, dad &amp; grandma -style</title>
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            <description>We had Thanksgiving at my mom's house, as usual. My mother-in-law brought shrimp cocktail, stuffed mushrooms and a lovely cake. My dad loves shrimp cocktail. He would have eaten ONLY shrimp for his Thanksgiving meal if we hadn't taken the platter away. Then he didn't know what anything was. He would point.  He said &quot;I don't know what this is, but it's good&quot; about the stuffing, but then he was picking it out of his mouth (and putting it into the stuffed mushrooms serving platter of all places). He also picked the mushrooms out of his mouth. My grandmother was her obnoxious holiday self. She claims to be &quot;sick&quot; and that we &quot;don't understand&quot; how sick her medicines make her. My mother and I tell her constantly to just stop taking them them, but then she's &quot;sick&quot; in a different way. There's no...</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2006 15:54:00 +0100</pubDate>
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