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            <title>The last sigh</title>
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            <description>My soul is downcast within me;&amp;nbsp;therefore I will remember you...Deep calls to deep&amp;nbsp;in the roar of your waterfalls;&amp;nbsp;all your waves and breakers&amp;nbsp;have swept over me.&amp;nbsp;By day the LORD directs his love,&amp;nbsp;at night his song is with me—a prayer to the God of my life.&amp;nbsp;Why, my soul, are you downcast?&amp;nbsp;Why so disturbed within me?&amp;nbsp;Put your hope in God,&amp;nbsp;for I will yet praise him,&amp;nbsp;my Savior and my God. (from Psalm 42, emphasis added)Don't give up on meI'm about to come aliveAnd I know that it's been hardAnd it's been a long time comingDon't give up on meI'm about to come alive No one thought I was good enough for youExcept for youDon't let them be rightAfter all that we've been through'Cause somewhere over that rainbowThere's a place for meA place wit...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2011 20:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Best of Our Blogs: May 6, 2011</title>
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            <description>I took a few days off last week basking in the glow of a rare and beautiful sunny sky in Portland, Oregon. It felt like heaven. I almost forgot what it felt like to really live, to have the kind of day I think Leonardo da Vinci is talking about when he said, &amp;#8220;As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.&amp;#8221;
And it didn&amp;#8217;t take much to make me feel that way.
Just a bike ride near the water, dinner with friends, a trip to the zoo with my nephew. But in comparison to the daily grind, the to-do lists that never get finished, the endless amount of tasks that pile one atop the other, the feeling of just being for the sake of being was pure bliss.
I realized that what was so sublime about the experience was that I was completely living in the moment....</description>
            <author>World of Psychology</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 10:45:55 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Cake!!!</title>
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            <description>Friday when I went to radiation, the waiting room was full of trash magazines. That is all I have to report, as I am now going to help Cindy cook. If you hear of massive food poisonings in Southeastern Massachusetts, that would be me. (Source: Cancer does suck but it is a little funny.)</description>
            <author>Cancer does suck but it is a little funny.</author>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 20:43:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Chronology</title>
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            <description>Reading the lyrics of &quot;Wonder&quot; by Natalie Merchant the other day brought me back. &amp;nbsp;Made me think some things over. &amp;nbsp;I had to scan a few photos in for another post, photos from my childhood album. &amp;nbsp;This is my favorite picture in that album. &amp;nbsp;Whenever I start thinking I might be making some headway in this photography hobby of mine, I look back and I am reminded that I have a long way to go to match my dad's black and white film and Canon A1 with it's old kit lens...a photojournalists camera, his first major purchase as a high school student.I remember fainting and nearly dying at a friend's wedding when I was in high school. &amp;nbsp;I remember them thinking I was pregnant and hemorrhaging or something, and how I said a thousand times through gritted teeth that was impossib...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 11:34:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Time is short</title>
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            <description>God gave me cancer to remind me that my time is short.He gave Zac Smith cancer, and took him home at 31,so that Zac could remind all of us of the truth:all of our days are numbered.Time is short for all of us, my friend. Let's get to work.1. Believe.2. Love.3. Die &amp; be rewarded.Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.~ When the Roll is Called Up Yonder, here sung by Johnny Cash (listen if you dare) (Source: Turquoise Gates)</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 10:27:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Spring portraits</title>
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            <description>The children's annual portraits by my mother's rhododendron have become our tradition. I always try to take some &quot;straight up&quot; portraits, and some personality shots as well. The ones with personality invariably are the ones that end up on top of my piano! The rhododendron waits for no man, so cancer or not, away we went to Grandma's today for portraits.First, the better photos technically speaking...(Susan didn't see any reason all her cousins should get glamorous photos taken, and she shouldn't. Which, of course, is accurate...she is a glamorous little girl, that one!)Finally, the personality shots...expect to see these under glass in my house next time you visit!As I went through and edited these, I was, of course, thinking deep thoughts. About how we present ourselves to the world, and ...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 21:06:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Our Pets Who Live With Chronic Pain</title>
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            <description>I don’t know why but I feel a “ruff, ruff” coming on or should I say “Speak!” Okay, I think I will. I hate it when my pets are ill. It’s really hard to take. Most of us love our dogs and cats like we love our children and find they often behave better. They rarely talk back. They seldom stay out too late. They almost never get involved in drugs, wild parties, and rarely fall into bad company unless you’re counting that female in heat that lives up the block. I do have to officially state, however with full disclosure, that every small dog we’ve had, compared to our large dogs, has peed on the floor far more than the kids ever did; but I digress. If you don’t love your pets this much, well, you can stop reading right now.
The current issue of Arthritis Today, for May/June ...</description>
            <author>Life with Chronic Pain</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 20:18:28 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Rushing</title>
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            <description>It's echoed in everything from Alice in Wonderland to cancer blogs to mothering conferences and executive training seminars. All of America, it sometimes seems, is in a rush. We &quot;suck the marrow out of life&quot;, &quot;live like we are dying&quot;, we're &quot;supermom&quot;, the dad that holds down a top level job and has time for t-ball practice. At each stage of life, we wonder what we are missing...and if perhaps we'll find true happiness in the stage yet to come.One child won't put his feet on the pedals, and shuffles along on his too-big bike like a little old man. The other not only finds the pedals, but finds her balance and freedom all in one long Easter afternoon on the cul-de-sac at Grandma &amp; Grandpa's house. It's so easy to push ourselves, to overfill calendars, and take on ministry after ministry...</description>
            <author>Turquoise Gates</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 12:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Heaven or Hell ?</title>
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            <description>There is no blame in Heaven. No blaming Alzheimer's. No blaming the person suffering from Alzheimer's. No blaming your unlucky, uncertain fate. No blaming yourself. You are made of flesh and blood. We all are......By Bob DeMarco



Lately, I find myself thinking more and more about communication and Alzheimer's. In fact, I am starting to think about it incessantly.

I find myself thinking about my 8 plus years of studying and thinking about communication. I say 8 plus because it all started at LaSalle College High School in Philadelphia. Later it became more formalized at the Pennsylvania State University (4 years) and the University of Georgia (4 years).
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There is no doubt in my mind that the most important part of my education took place at LaSalle. 

I was f...</description>
            <author>Alzheimer's Reading Room, The</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 15:06:30 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Christmas in the Sun</title>
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            <description>Here I am on Christmas Eve at work seeing a double load of patients since most of the other doctors have already abandoned us, but only a few short hours to go before a 4 day break.
Just thought I&amp;#8217;d take this opportunity to wish anyone who reads this a Happy and Blessed Christmas, wherever in the world you may be!
As I&amp;#8217;ll be here in Australia, I thought it was appropriate to share this little effort from Rolf Harris &amp;#8211; Christmas in the Sun, perhaps his best Christmas song since the classic &amp;#8220;Six White Boomers&amp;#8221; (not that that&amp;#8217;s saying very much&amp;#8230;) As I&amp;#8217;ve said before Christmas is the one time of year it&amp;#8217;s okay to listen to otherwise forbidden music, so I hope you can excuse the cheesiness of this&amp;#8230; on a tangential issue, it&amp;#8217;s bee...</description>
            <author>Baggas' Blog</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 03:13:09 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Alzheimer's Heaven on  Earth</title>
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            <description>They put her in what they call the locked unit. At that point in time it was six beds in a small hallway with locked doors. She went berserk...She was so medicated that when I would come see her she wouldn't act like she knew who I was. I was somebody familiar so she'd look up at me and she'd have tears in her eyes and she'd say help me....I want to encourage each of you to take the time to watch this video and read the story. 

This will take some time, so if you can't do it now bookmark the link and do it when you have the time. I feel comfortable saying you won't be disappointed, you don't want to miss this.

I remember when Laurry Harmon first brought the Lakeview Ranch and Judy Berry into my awareness. After learning about what Judy was accomplishing at the Lakeview Ranch, and how she...</description>
            <author>Alzheimer's Reading Room, The</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 20:18:03 +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>That dreaded question</title>
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            <description>Pain leads to anger and I am angry right now. Give me a f.ing rest, will you?! Yeah, talking to you again, God. I&amp;#8217;m tired, leave me alone. You&amp;#8217;ve beat me enough. You win! There, I said it! You win! You&amp;#8217;re stronger, I know it. I got the f.ing message! I&amp;#8217;m human! I KNOW! But why do you have to keep proving your vicious and relentless power to me?
Let me be. Give me peace. And I mean on EARTH, you idiot! Don&amp;#8217;t get the wrong idea.
Stop. Please, just stop. I beg you to f.ing leave me alone. What is your aim? Tell me, if you know it all&amp;#8230; How come I can&amp;#8217;t know?
For the love of god, why me? Why, why&amp;#8230; a million times why? I&amp;#8217;ll never know. Nothing will ever satisfy that dreaded question. It makes more sense to me that you do not exist. All life i...</description>
            <author>Cancer, life, and me</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 21:19:54 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>What About Brian? He's surviving cancer, that's what</title>
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            <description>Filed under: Hodgkin's Lymphoma, Television, Celebrity newsHis name is not really Brian -- that's just the character actor Barry Watson plays on the ABC TV show What About Brian that just ended its season on March 26.I really like this show. The network calls it a contemporary, heartwarming ensemble drama that continues to tell the stories of a group of close-knit friends in various stages of romantic relationships and friendships living in Los Angeles. This is exactly why I like it. But there's an underlying story not written into the script that has compelled me to watch -- and truly enjoy -- this show.Barry Watson, best known for his role as Matt Camden on the long-running WB series 7th Heaven, is surviving cancer. Diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma in May 2002, he received treatment and...</description>
            <author>The Cancer Blog</author>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 04:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>&quot;Every soul is perfect&quot; - Is there autism in heaven? (Redux)</title>
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            <description>Last December, I ended a post with the following question: If there is indeed a heaven, and our autistic children go there when they die, will they still be autistic? The answer, according to the writers of the CBS show Ghost Whisperer is an unambiguous &quot;NO.&quot; In case you're not familiar with the show, it is about a woman - Melinda - who helps the troubled spirits of those who die &quot;cross over&quot; into the light. Last Friday's show (13 October) was about an autistic man who died but was not ready to leave. About half way through the episode, Melinda and her husband - Jim - realize that the man is autistic and that that is why they are having a hard time communicating with him and trying to figure out why he won't cross over. Here's the conversation they had (paraphrased to the best of my recoll...</description>
            <author>29 Marbles</author>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 22:19:00 +0100</pubDate>
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