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	<description>Why is there a lump in my chest?</description>
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		<title>Comment on Funeral Services by gita</title>
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		<dc:creator>gita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:45:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is very long Farokh, and just for you. It is the most beautiful passage about death I know, from my favourite book, The Third Policeman: Down into the earth where dead men go I would go soon and maybe come out of it again in some healthy way, free of human perplexity. I would perhaps be the chill of an April wind, an essential part of some indomitable river or be personally concerned in the ageless perfection of some rank mountain bearing down upon the mind by occupying forever a position in the blue easy distance. Or perhaps a smaller thing like movement in the grass on an unbearable breathless yellow day, some hidden creature going about its business --- I might well be responsible for that or some small part of it. Or even those unaccountable distinctions that make an evening recognizable from its own morning,  the smells and sounds and sights of the perfected and matured essences of the day, these might not be innocent of my meddling and my abiding presence. 
Or perhaps I would be an influence that prevails in water, something sea-borne and far away, some certain arrangement of sun, light and water unknown and unbeheld, something far from usual. There are in the great world whirls of fluid and vaporous existences obtaining in their own unpassing time, unwatched and uninterpreted, valid only in their essential un-understandable mystery, justified only in their eyeless and mindless immeasurability, unassailable in their actual abstraction: of the inner quality of such a thing I might well in my own time be the true quintessential pith. I might belong to a lonely shore or be the agony of the sea when it bursts upon it in despair. 
Love, Gita </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is very long Farokh, and just for you. It is the most beautiful passage about death I know, from my favourite book, The Third Policeman: Down into the earth where dead men go I would go soon and maybe come out of it again in some healthy way, free of human perplexity. I would perhaps be the chill of an April wind, an essential part of some indomitable river or be personally concerned in the ageless perfection of some rank mountain bearing down upon the mind by occupying forever a position in the blue easy distance. Or perhaps a smaller thing like movement in the grass on an unbearable breathless yellow day, some hidden creature going about its business &#8212; I might well be responsible for that or some small part of it. Or even those unaccountable distinctions that make an evening recognizable from its own morning,  the smells and sounds and sights of the perfected and matured essences of the day, these might not be innocent of my meddling and my abiding presence.<br />
Or perhaps I would be an influence that prevails in water, something sea-borne and far away, some certain arrangement of sun, light and water unknown and unbeheld, something far from usual. There are in the great world whirls of fluid and vaporous existences obtaining in their own unpassing time, unwatched and uninterpreted, valid only in their essential un-understandable mystery, justified only in their eyeless and mindless immeasurability, unassailable in their actual abstraction: of the inner quality of such a thing I might well in my own time be the true quintessential pith. I might belong to a lonely shore or be the agony of the sea when it bursts upon it in despair.<br />
Love, Gita</p>
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		<title>Comment on Funeral Services by Janet</title>
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		<dc:creator>Janet</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:44:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dearest Friend 
It is getting harder to read your blogs. But at the same time, it is harder to stay away from it. 
Today the following words echo loudly: &quot; For everything there is a sign. The sign of love is fortitude under My decree and patience under My trials.&quot; 
God must REALLY love you!  
We sure DO love you heaps and bounds. 
your friend always, 
Janet </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dearest Friend<br />
It is getting harder to read your blogs. But at the same time, it is harder to stay away from it.<br />
Today the following words echo loudly: &quot; For everything there is a sign. The sign of love is fortitude under My decree and patience under My trials.&quot;<br />
God must REALLY love you!<br />
We sure DO love you heaps and bounds.<br />
your friend always,<br />
Janet</p>
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		<title>Comment on Update for December 2, 2010 by gita</title>
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		<dc:creator>gita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:19:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Farokh, i leave for india soon, i&#039;d love to have quick visit if you are up for it. i&#039;ll call tomorrow. hugs, kisses, much love. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Farokh, i leave for india soon, i&#039;d love to have quick visit if you are up for it. i&#039;ll call tomorrow. hugs, kisses, much love.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Update for December 2, 2010 by Suzanne Pope</title>
		<link>https://www.ihavecancer.ca/update-december-2-2010/comment-page-1/#comment-886</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne Pope</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2010 12:13:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You may feel tired, Farokh, but your writing still has incredible energy.   </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You may feel tired, Farokh, but your writing still has incredible energy.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Update for December 2, 2010 by Nancy vonk</title>
		<link>https://www.ihavecancer.ca/update-december-2-2010/comment-page-1/#comment-890</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy vonk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 22:58:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So glad you got out, and got online with your update. I just talked to Doug who let me know you had posted a new entry. We&#039;re all watching for them. Xxoo </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So glad you got out, and got online with your update. I just talked to Doug who let me know you had posted a new entry. We&#039;re all watching for them. Xxoo</p>
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		<title>Comment on Update for December 2, 2010 by Catherine</title>
		<link>https://www.ihavecancer.ca/update-december-2-2010/comment-page-1/#comment-891</link>
		<dc:creator>Catherine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 22:49:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Chris&#039; father got a handicap sticker for his car. He used to joke that he might as well use it! When I went to France last June bent over like a granny, and whenever we had the car, even without Tony, we used the sticker to park in the good spots. I felt a little guilty at one point (after all, when Tony wasn&#039;t there we were mis-using it, surely!) until someone quite rightly pointed out that a) i really was handicapped and b) anyone who saw me walking along bent double with my walking sticks wasn&#039;t going to challenge me. I say get one! Get the good parking spots, especially as the winter&#039;s cold (and possibly snow?) start to hit us.  
 
It is interesting how people react. There are stares and people who don&#039;t even hold doors open. Why is this? Are we culturally poor at handling differences? Are individuals too caught up in themselves? I don&#039;t understand how we work sometimes.  
 
Thanks for updating--as your visits are being curtailed I think I shall just have to &#039;visit&#039; you via the blog, and leave lots of long responses such as this one.  
 
My love to you and to Janet. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Chris&#039; father got a handicap sticker for his car. He used to joke that he might as well use it! When I went to France last June bent over like a granny, and whenever we had the car, even without Tony, we used the sticker to park in the good spots. I felt a little guilty at one point (after all, when Tony wasn&#039;t there we were mis-using it, surely!) until someone quite rightly pointed out that a) i really was handicapped and b) anyone who saw me walking along bent double with my walking sticks wasn&#039;t going to challenge me. I say get one! Get the good parking spots, especially as the winter&#039;s cold (and possibly snow?) start to hit us.  </p>
<p>It is interesting how people react. There are stares and people who don&#039;t even hold doors open. Why is this? Are we culturally poor at handling differences? Are individuals too caught up in themselves? I don&#039;t understand how we work sometimes.  </p>
<p>Thanks for updating&#8211;as your visits are being curtailed I think I shall just have to &#039;visit&#039; you via the blog, and leave lots of long responses such as this one.  </p>
<p>My love to you and to Janet.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Update for December 2, 2010 by Amanda Brunning</title>
		<link>https://www.ihavecancer.ca/update-december-2-2010/comment-page-1/#comment-885</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda Brunning</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 16:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for sharing your experience, wisdom and candid view on life.  No one can imagine what your experience is until they are there but in sharing your story, I would like to thank you for bringing awareness to how we treat each other, especially those getting around in scooters moving through crowds to simply have access to everything we all have the right to experience.   Your story on getting around at the airport recently was enlightening and disappointing with how you and the older woman were treated.  Some people can be so short sighted some times!   
I wish you many more peaceful days and the energy to handle visits with your friends and family.  Janet sounds like an angel and I hope she is getting all the support she needs in caring for you.  I look forward to reading many more blogs from you :) 
 
Love and warmest regards, 
Amanda </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for sharing your experience, wisdom and candid view on life.  No one can imagine what your experience is until they are there but in sharing your story, I would like to thank you for bringing awareness to how we treat each other, especially those getting around in scooters moving through crowds to simply have access to everything we all have the right to experience.   Your story on getting around at the airport recently was enlightening and disappointing with how you and the older woman were treated.  Some people can be so short sighted some times!<br />
I wish you many more peaceful days and the energy to handle visits with your friends and family.  Janet sounds like an angel and I hope she is getting all the support she needs in caring for you.  I look forward to reading many more blogs from you <img src='http://www.ihavecancer.ca/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>Love and warmest regards,<br />
Amanda</p>
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		<title>Comment on Update for December 2, 2010 by Delanie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Delanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2010 14:32:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Farokh, thank you for updating! I too have now been &#039;hooked&#039; to your blog to make sure that you are somewhat &#039;hanging&#039; in there. Is your psych appointment here at PMH? If you get a chance, come and visit...you and Janet know where to find me. Try not to do more than you can with your usual DAL, it will definitely knock you out for a couple of days to try and re-cooperate yourself. Good to hear your B/P &amp; counts are where it should be. See you soon! </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Farokh, thank you for updating! I too have now been &#039;hooked&#039; to your blog to make sure that you are somewhat &#039;hanging&#039; in there. Is your psych appointment here at PMH? If you get a chance, come and visit&#8230;you and Janet know where to find me. Try not to do more than you can with your usual DAL, it will definitely knock you out for a couple of days to try and re-cooperate yourself. Good to hear your B/P &amp; counts are where it should be. See you soon!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Funeral Services by nancy vonk</title>
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		<dc:creator>nancy vonk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 03:08:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thinking about you as I continue to procrastinate tonight. Should be ready to leave for Puerto Rico by now with an early flight. Don&#039;t want to go. Have not put a flip flop in a bag. Thinking of you. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thinking about you as I continue to procrastinate tonight. Should be ready to leave for Puerto Rico by now with an early flight. Don&#039;t want to go. Have not put a flip flop in a bag. Thinking of you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Funeral Services by Marina</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 23:05:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear, sweet Farokh....it&#039; so hard to read this posting, but I&#039;m grateful I know your wishes.  Totally agree with you on the flowers...what a waste.  I can still remember the terrible smell of the hundreds of flowers at the funeral home for my Dad. 
I will happily plant many trees in your honour at the homes of all my loved ones...so each time I visit their homes, I will be reminded of you.  Love you lots....big hug and lots of kisses..... </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear, sweet Farokh&#8230;.it&#039; so hard to read this posting, but I&#039;m grateful I know your wishes.  Totally agree with you on the flowers&#8230;what a waste.  I can still remember the terrible smell of the hundreds of flowers at the funeral home for my Dad.<br />
I will happily plant many trees in your honour at the homes of all my loved ones&#8230;so each time I visit their homes, I will be reminded of you.  Love you lots&#8230;.big hug and lots of kisses&#8230;..</p>
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