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      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 15:23:50 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>Facing MS as a Child</title>
      <description>Twenty two years ago I went to visit my Aunt Marianne in a nursing home who had MS. There she was in her forties, confined to a wheelchair and barely able to speak. Her words were delivered in a running sentence, stuck together like molasses and unidentifiable. I was eight years old and in short, I was terrified. Admittedly it made me so uncomfortable that I remember my body breaking into a cold sweat as my little brain tried to wrap around what...</description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 14:23:17 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>A Bed Day is Not Always a Bad Day</title>
      <description>I awoke at 8 am this morning to the sound of my six year old son standing next to my bed cane.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to say goodbye before he went to school.&amp;nbsp; My partner Justin swept into the room to bring me some coffee and turn on the heat.&amp;nbsp; If the room is too cold my legs cramp up and I have a hard time walking.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;did a quick survey of how I felt, starting with &quot;can I get up on my own to use the bathroom?&quot;&amp;nbsp; I decided I...</description>
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