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	<title>Comments on: Guest Blogger: My Good Friend or The Boyfriend</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: Peggy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ve been where your friend is. Meeting a someone for the first time, when they already have Alzheimers. Everyone who knew and loved them, dying inside everytime they do something outside their old character. You only know the new one, it&#039;s less painful. You sympathize for how your loved one is feeling and the pain that they&#039;re going through, but you can never feel the connection to them. You only know how they are now. It&#039;s a blessing and a curse. 
Thank you for your bravery.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been where your friend is. Meeting a someone for the first time, when they already have Alzheimers. Everyone who knew and loved them, dying inside everytime they do something outside their old character. You only know the new one, it&#8217;s less painful. You sympathize for how your loved one is feeling and the pain that they&#8217;re going through, but you can never feel the connection to them. You only know how they are now. It&#8217;s a blessing and a curse.<br />
Thank you for your bravery.</p>
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