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	<title>Comments on: Kicked to the curb</title>
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	<description>this is the story of my journey with breast cancer</description>
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		<title>By: Wendy S. Harpham, MD</title>
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		<dc:creator>Wendy S. Harpham, MD</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 00:25:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi,
My baby was 22 months when I was diagnosed. He just returned from completing his freshman year at college. All 6&#039;3&quot; of him leans over for a kiss whenever he says &quot;hi&quot; or &quot;good-bye.&quot;

As for the sadness about them not needing you the same way, I&#039;ll just share that my longterm prognosis was terrible when my cancer recurred a second time 2 1/2 yrs after my original diagnosis.  So when my kids pulled away and passed milestones, I was a little sad but mostly thrilled. 

As I saw it, my purpose as a mother was to give them the love, confidence and tools to cope and grow...away from me and into their own lives.  

I&#039;ll also share that I love being an empty-nester. I love connecting with my adult children by phone, texting and in person. And I feel like I&#039;m dating my husband all over again: candlelight dinners, long talks at night, etc. 

Life is good.
Wendy
www.wendyharpham.com</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi,<br />
My baby was 22 months when I was diagnosed. He just returned from completing his freshman year at college. All 6&#8242;3&#8243; of him leans over for a kiss whenever he says &#8220;hi&#8221; or &#8220;good-bye.&#8221;</p>
<p>As for the sadness about them not needing you the same way, I&#8217;ll just share that my longterm prognosis was terrible when my cancer recurred a second time 2 1/2 yrs after my original diagnosis.  So when my kids pulled away and passed milestones, I was a little sad but mostly thrilled. </p>
<p>As I saw it, my purpose as a mother was to give them the love, confidence and tools to cope and grow&#8230;away from me and into their own lives.  </p>
<p>I&#8217;ll also share that I love being an empty-nester. I love connecting with my adult children by phone, texting and in person. And I feel like I&#8217;m dating my husband all over again: candlelight dinners, long talks at night, etc. </p>
<p>Life is good.<br />
Wendy<br />
<a href="http://www.wendyharpham.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.wendyharpham.com</a></p>
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		<title>By: Karen Lynch</title>
		<link>http://cancerspot.org/2008/05/14/kicked-to-the-curb/comment-page-1/#comment-87599</link>
		<dc:creator>Karen Lynch</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 01:34:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have to tell you, I totally understand. My oldest son is 8 1/2 and he&#039;s just pulling away from me in dribs and drabs (the PDA is not happening, for sure). While my 6 year old still climbs on my lap, rests his head on my chest and wants to kiss me on the lips (what a contrast)!

I feel bittersweet about it, but mostly thankful to God that we are around to watch our boys take these life steps, right?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to tell you, I totally understand. My oldest son is 8 1/2 and he&#8217;s just pulling away from me in dribs and drabs (the PDA is not happening, for sure). While my 6 year old still climbs on my lap, rests his head on my chest and wants to kiss me on the lips (what a contrast)!</p>
<p>I feel bittersweet about it, but mostly thankful to God that we are around to watch our boys take these life steps, right?</p>
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