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	<title>Comments on: Stop</title>
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	<description>5 million Americans suffer from Dementia. My mom is one of them. A site for young adult caregivers struggling and coping with "the long goodbye."</description>
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		<title>By: amy ferris</title>
		<link>http://mydementedmom.com/2009/07/05/stop/#comment-178</link>
		<dc:creator>amy ferris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 21:36:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i can absolutely - wholeheartedly - relate to everything you&#039;re talking about, saying - writing about, my mom had dementia, and it literally tore my family apart. it is an awful, horrifying, uncompromising disease. my mom went through a period where she would howl - scream - for what felt like days and went on for fifteen, twenty minutes, and then she would calm down, and then scream again. she lived near my brother in NM, and visiting her became both unbearable emotionally, and very, very difficult (travel wise, I live in NY &amp; PA). 
my heart goes out to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i can absolutely &#8211; wholeheartedly &#8211; relate to everything you&#8217;re talking about, saying &#8211; writing about, my mom had dementia, and it literally tore my family apart. it is an awful, horrifying, uncompromising disease. my mom went through a period where she would howl &#8211; scream &#8211; for what felt like days and went on for fifteen, twenty minutes, and then she would calm down, and then scream again. she lived near my brother in NM, and visiting her became both unbearable emotionally, and very, very difficult (travel wise, I live in NY &amp; PA).<br />
my heart goes out to you.</p>
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		<title>By: Carol</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carol</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 07:26:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can so relate.  I was just thinking today that we keep having these crises, and I keep grieving.  But she&#039;s not really dead.  And I wondered, after I&#039;d lost so much of her, so many times, will I grieve again when she&#039;s gone?  Right now, I know the answer is &quot;yes&quot;, but I couldn&#039;t guarantee it.

I love your blog.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can so relate.  I was just thinking today that we keep having these crises, and I keep grieving.  But she&#8217;s not really dead.  And I wondered, after I&#8217;d lost so much of her, so many times, will I grieve again when she&#8217;s gone?  Right now, I know the answer is &#8220;yes&#8221;, but I couldn&#8217;t guarantee it.</p>
<p>I love your blog.</p>
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		<title>By: Colby</title>
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		<dc:creator>Colby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 19:23:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have the feelings that you describe so often. I describe it as the living-grieving process of losing my mom. I&#039;ve already lost her, so will I feel something when the end finally comes? Will I cry? Do I have any tears left?

I also relate to the attraction to families that are whole. I see a movie about one. Or I spend a holiday with one, and I see that - that&#039;s what it&#039;s supposed to be like.

Running away is my only solace. Running away is my favorite phrase.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have the feelings that you describe so often. I describe it as the living-grieving process of losing my mom. I&#8217;ve already lost her, so will I feel something when the end finally comes? Will I cry? Do I have any tears left?</p>
<p>I also relate to the attraction to families that are whole. I see a movie about one. Or I spend a holiday with one, and I see that &#8211; that&#8217;s what it&#8217;s supposed to be like.</p>
<p>Running away is my only solace. Running away is my favorite phrase.</p>
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