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		<title>By: moiexplained</title>
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		<dc:creator>moiexplained</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 17:40:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is inspiring. Keep writing as my best friend&#039;s mother was a survivor. Remember that you are surviving. Count the days, celeberate each day because you know you are alive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is inspiring. Keep writing as my best friend&#8217;s mother was a survivor. Remember that you are surviving. Count the days, celeberate each day because you know you are alive.</p>
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		<title>By: Amber Osborne</title>
		<link>http://annesg.wordpress.com/about/#comment-109</link>
		<dc:creator>Amber Osborne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 13:32:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Dr. SG!

You have been in my thoughts and I wish you brighter days ahead. I lost my own mother to cancer years ago, I know what your girls are going through with seeing the effects of the treatments and so on. I know you will get through this, not a doubt in my mind. You are one of the strongest women I have ever met and my own personal hero. 

This is a great book for them... http://www.amazon.com/Our-Mom-Cancer-Abigail-Ackermann/dp/0944235166

And you have to see this movie!
http://www.amazon.com/Crazy-Sexy-Cancer-Rodney-Yee/dp/B000YV1KVI/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b

All of your Digital Rhetorics class is still behind you 100 percent! :) :) :) :) 

Kick some butt!
~Amber</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Dr. SG!</p>
<p>You have been in my thoughts and I wish you brighter days ahead. I lost my own mother to cancer years ago, I know what your girls are going through with seeing the effects of the treatments and so on. I know you will get through this, not a doubt in my mind. You are one of the strongest women I have ever met and my own personal hero. </p>
<p>This is a great book for them&#8230; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Our-Mom-Cancer-Abigail-Ackermann/dp/0944235166" rel="nofollow">http://www.amazon.com/Our-Mom-Cancer-Abigail-Ackermann/dp/0944235166</a></p>
<p>And you have to see this movie!<br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crazy-Sexy-Cancer-Rodney-Yee/dp/B000YV1KVI/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b" rel="nofollow">http://www.amazon.com/Crazy-Sexy-Cancer-Rodney-Yee/dp/B000YV1KVI/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b</a></p>
<p>All of your Digital Rhetorics class is still behind you 100 percent! <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>Kick some butt!<br />
~Amber</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 17:46:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You must know that I love words also. One of my favorites is &quot;loathesome&quot; pronounced in that fruity, drawn-out English way. Another is &quot;unctuous.&quot; Don&#039;t you loathe unctuous people. Another is &quot;refractory.&quot; How about &quot;pissmire.&quot; And &quot;adore&quot; when referring to a loved one with its implications of pedestals and unreason. &quot;Beserk&quot; with its odd finishing k making it almost an onomatopoeia. And the Greek names for some flowers, &quot;narcissus&quot; and &quot;hyacinth.&quot; And &quot;phlegm&quot; which would be onomatopoeia if you pronounced the g.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You must know that I love words also. One of my favorites is &#8220;loathesome&#8221; pronounced in that fruity, drawn-out English way. Another is &#8220;unctuous.&#8221; Don&#8217;t you loathe unctuous people. Another is &#8220;refractory.&#8221; How about &#8220;pissmire.&#8221; And &#8220;adore&#8221; when referring to a loved one with its implications of pedestals and unreason. &#8220;Beserk&#8221; with its odd finishing k making it almost an onomatopoeia. And the Greek names for some flowers, &#8220;narcissus&#8221; and &#8220;hyacinth.&#8221; And &#8220;phlegm&#8221; which would be onomatopoeia if you pronounced the g.</p>
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		<title>By: Sara Calhoun Davis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sara Calhoun Davis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 20:51:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Anne,
In 1988 after my mastectomy, my first waking thought every day was, &quot;Is it back?&quot; Memories were couched in darkness,&quot;Was this the last time I would . . .?&quot; 
Gradually, these thoughts peeled away and disintegrated like the crisp dirty brown skin of a newly planted bulb. Green shoots appeared--&quot;You&#039;re alive! You&#039;re here today!&quot; they shouted. Sturdy and persistent, green daffodil stems pushed away mesmerizing negative thoughts, replacing them with sunshine-bright petals of joy and hope and perspective. 
My life is much better now, since and because of my cancer. I am kinder and gentler. I am more patient. The cup is half full. I can laugh at adversity. I am more here than I have ever been in my life. I have more to give because so much was taken away.
I wish for you that your spring will come again really soon. You are in my thoughts every day.
xoxo Sara</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Anne,<br />
In 1988 after my mastectomy, my first waking thought every day was, &#8220;Is it back?&#8221; Memories were couched in darkness,&#8221;Was this the last time I would . . .?&#8221;<br />
Gradually, these thoughts peeled away and disintegrated like the crisp dirty brown skin of a newly planted bulb. Green shoots appeared&#8211;&#8221;You&#8217;re alive! You&#8217;re here today!&#8221; they shouted. Sturdy and persistent, green daffodil stems pushed away mesmerizing negative thoughts, replacing them with sunshine-bright petals of joy and hope and perspective.<br />
My life is much better now, since and because of my cancer. I am kinder and gentler. I am more patient. The cup is half full. I can laugh at adversity. I am more here than I have ever been in my life. I have more to give because so much was taken away.<br />
I wish for you that your spring will come again really soon. You are in my thoughts every day.<br />
xoxo Sara</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I tears me up to hear you&#039;re having such a time of it. You&#039;re about the strongest person I know (stronger still because you have an inner life and you don&#039;t sink into your own stuff; always more concerned about what it&#039;s doing to the girls. I wish there were something I could do to alleviate the discomfort. But you WILL get through it. One small consolation for me is that through the blog I&#039;ve learned more about what a great woman you are and what makes you tick than I have in all the years of our lives.

Dad</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I tears me up to hear you&#8217;re having such a time of it. You&#8217;re about the strongest person I know (stronger still because you have an inner life and you don&#8217;t sink into your own stuff; always more concerned about what it&#8217;s doing to the girls. I wish there were something I could do to alleviate the discomfort. But you WILL get through it. One small consolation for me is that through the blog I&#8217;ve learned more about what a great woman you are and what makes you tick than I have in all the years of our lives.</p>
<p>Dad</p>
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		<title>By: Julie Scoggin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie Scoggin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 16:46:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Anne,

It&#039;s been years since we&#039;ve seen, or probably even thought of, one another--but when I checked my e-mail while boarding a plane last night and saw Susanne&#039;s words of &quot;did you know Anne had a mastectomy&quot; it made me pause and forget everything else about my hectic day.  I followed up by phone this morning and she shared this blog address.  First let me say that you are in my prayers.  I pray now that you will beat this beast and that you will find calm in the chaos of the fight.  Second, let me say how reading your blog gave me the same reaction of reading Susanne&#039;s words----it made me pause and forget everything else about my hectic day.  Your words reminded me of what is important and how easy I can forget that.  I thank you for the reminder.  

Take care,

Julie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Anne,</p>
<p>It&#8217;s been years since we&#8217;ve seen, or probably even thought of, one another&#8211;but when I checked my e-mail while boarding a plane last night and saw Susanne&#8217;s words of &#8220;did you know Anne had a mastectomy&#8221; it made me pause and forget everything else about my hectic day.  I followed up by phone this morning and she shared this blog address.  First let me say that you are in my prayers.  I pray now that you will beat this beast and that you will find calm in the chaos of the fight.  Second, let me say how reading your blog gave me the same reaction of reading Susanne&#8217;s words&#8212;-it made me pause and forget everything else about my hectic day.  Your words reminded me of what is important and how easy I can forget that.  I thank you for the reminder.  </p>
<p>Take care,</p>
<p>Julie</p>
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		<title>By: Kim mollick</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kim mollick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 02:05:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Anne,
Your thoughts, words, emotions and feelings have touched me. I know that we don&#039;t really know each very well but be assured that you are in my thoughts and prayers. Keep the faith and hold on to those who love you.
God Bless,
Kim</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Anne,<br />
Your thoughts, words, emotions and feelings have touched me. I know that we don&#8217;t really know each very well but be assured that you are in my thoughts and prayers. Keep the faith and hold on to those who love you.<br />
God Bless,<br />
Kim</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
		<link>http://annesg.wordpress.com/about/#comment-24</link>
		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 16:15:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Respond to your 12/17 blog entry:

You probably know all this - but it bears repeating. I have a little experience in feeling like a &quot;bionic man.&quot; Eight years ago when I had my prostate surgery...well, it didn&#039;t go so well. It was supposed to be minimally invasive.. microwave surgery. Without going through the gory details the procedure hurt a lot more than I thought it would. Afterwards I was supposed to carry around a catheter with a bag that strapped to your leg that you had to empty periodically. It was messy as hell, awkward to manage, and you really didn&#039;t want to go outside because you had this lump under your pants and it slid around. Top that off with the awful bladder cramps I had that first night. Every eighteen minutes it felt like somebody who weighed about 275 was stomping on it. They prescribed a drug which partially dealt with the pain, but it stayed pretty painful. Then when I removed the catheter after a week it didn&#039;t work and I had to be rushed to the emergency room. I waited two hours there in agony before the staff replaced it and I produced a bag-and-a-half. And that&#039;s only part of the story.

Later, I thought about the catheter and the people who have to deal with it all the time...and also the partly botched surgery and wondered if this was what old age was going to be about. It was depressing.

Not nearly what you&#039;ve been through but enough so I could really empathize with the feeling of having been beaten up and hooked up to something unnatural day-after-day and wondering if it would ever return to normal. Luckily, for the most part it did despite a number of physical and mental &quot;complexities over the next few months.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Respond to your 12/17 blog entry:</p>
<p>You probably know all this &#8211; but it bears repeating. I have a little experience in feeling like a &#8220;bionic man.&#8221; Eight years ago when I had my prostate surgery&#8230;well, it didn&#8217;t go so well. It was supposed to be minimally invasive.. microwave surgery. Without going through the gory details the procedure hurt a lot more than I thought it would. Afterwards I was supposed to carry around a catheter with a bag that strapped to your leg that you had to empty periodically. It was messy as hell, awkward to manage, and you really didn&#8217;t want to go outside because you had this lump under your pants and it slid around. Top that off with the awful bladder cramps I had that first night. Every eighteen minutes it felt like somebody who weighed about 275 was stomping on it. They prescribed a drug which partially dealt with the pain, but it stayed pretty painful. Then when I removed the catheter after a week it didn&#8217;t work and I had to be rushed to the emergency room. I waited two hours there in agony before the staff replaced it and I produced a bag-and-a-half. And that&#8217;s only part of the story.</p>
<p>Later, I thought about the catheter and the people who have to deal with it all the time&#8230;and also the partly botched surgery and wondered if this was what old age was going to be about. It was depressing.</p>
<p>Not nearly what you&#8217;ve been through but enough so I could really empathize with the feeling of having been beaten up and hooked up to something unnatural day-after-day and wondering if it would ever return to normal. Luckily, for the most part it did despite a number of physical and mental &#8220;complexities over the next few months.</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 19:27:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have read quite a bit of philosophy from you in recent days. Some of it was optimistic, some not. One thing about philosophy: It&#039;s useless until you buy in to it completely and this cannot happen with pure reason. It is impossible to reason about an essentially unreasonable situation. Unfortunately, &quot;you,&quot; who most people believe is an inner force that uses and controls the body, are under the control of the body as long as you live. Even death is a bodily function. Most of the time the body works pretty well and we can just use it to work our will (to the degree the rules of civilization do not constrain it). Sometimes, though, our body fails us in the middle of our life and when that happens we are inclined to stop and take accounting. 

Our pastor has said that these evils are just are &quot;sins&quot; deriving out of our fallen nature. Not caused by individual acts but by the fact that we live in a fallen world. If you think about it, this is quite a subtle idea. As Clint Eastwood said in &quot;the Unforgiven&quot; &quot;deserves got nothing to do with it.&quot; God has given us free will and we misused it right from the beginning, and mortality is one of the consequences. But love is also a consequence; the quality of altruism also. Remember it was the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good  AND evil that brought us down. Which meant that we could choose either. Even if you take the creation story as metaphor (which most of us do), at some point men gained a knowledge that other animals seem not to possess and from that derives civilization and the many crimes and blessings associated with it. Pure empirical rationality alienates us from our spiritual selves (which I believe is a manifestation of the Holy Ghost). And it is to our spiritual selves that we should be turning in times when reason alone can not help. It is not possible to fully understand what is happening as it does, but when the time comes you will. Whatever will be, will be. The worship of God, the finding of the Holy Ghost inside you will  allow God to work His way from within during the time of crisis. Prayer is the way to make that connection conscious. 

It was no accident I had my epiphany at the darkest, most irrational point in my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have read quite a bit of philosophy from you in recent days. Some of it was optimistic, some not. One thing about philosophy: It&#8217;s useless until you buy in to it completely and this cannot happen with pure reason. It is impossible to reason about an essentially unreasonable situation. Unfortunately, &#8220;you,&#8221; who most people believe is an inner force that uses and controls the body, are under the control of the body as long as you live. Even death is a bodily function. Most of the time the body works pretty well and we can just use it to work our will (to the degree the rules of civilization do not constrain it). Sometimes, though, our body fails us in the middle of our life and when that happens we are inclined to stop and take accounting. </p>
<p>Our pastor has said that these evils are just are &#8220;sins&#8221; deriving out of our fallen nature. Not caused by individual acts but by the fact that we live in a fallen world. If you think about it, this is quite a subtle idea. As Clint Eastwood said in &#8220;the Unforgiven&#8221; &#8220;deserves got nothing to do with it.&#8221; God has given us free will and we misused it right from the beginning, and mortality is one of the consequences. But love is also a consequence; the quality of altruism also. Remember it was the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good  AND evil that brought us down. Which meant that we could choose either. Even if you take the creation story as metaphor (which most of us do), at some point men gained a knowledge that other animals seem not to possess and from that derives civilization and the many crimes and blessings associated with it. Pure empirical rationality alienates us from our spiritual selves (which I believe is a manifestation of the Holy Ghost). And it is to our spiritual selves that we should be turning in times when reason alone can not help. It is not possible to fully understand what is happening as it does, but when the time comes you will. Whatever will be, will be. The worship of God, the finding of the Holy Ghost inside you will  allow God to work His way from within during the time of crisis. Prayer is the way to make that connection conscious. </p>
<p>It was no accident I had my epiphany at the darkest, most irrational point in my life.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 06:53:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>HI, I got it too. I talked about it in the column &quot;tea in the sunroom&quot;.  Sure is a lot to go through and the decisions have to be made so fast.  That&#039;s what bothered me.  No time to think about it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>HI, I got it too. I talked about it in the column &#8220;tea in the sunroom&#8221;.  Sure is a lot to go through and the decisions have to be made so fast.  That&#8217;s what bothered me.  No time to think about it.</p>
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