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		By: KimHarms		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2018 16:21:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://kimharms.net/2018/05/22/6280/#comment-2587&quot;&gt;SummerLee&lt;/a&gt;.

Summer, I love to see the joy in your pain.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://kimharms.net/2018/05/22/6280/#comment-2587">SummerLee</a>.</p>
<p>Summer, I love to see the joy in your pain.</p>
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		By: KimHarms		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2018 16:20:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://kimharms.net/2018/05/22/6280/#comment-2583&quot;&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;.

Thanks for sharing a bit of your story Sharon. I can&#039;t imagine the pain of losing a sister and then to be diagnosed yourself. That is hard stuff! The same thing happens to me when I think about what I&#039;ve been through. Sometimes, I think it could have been so much worse, and other times I can hardly fathom that I am really living post-cancer without my natural breasts.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://kimharms.net/2018/05/22/6280/#comment-2583">Sharon</a>.</p>
<p>Thanks for sharing a bit of your story Sharon. I can&#8217;t imagine the pain of losing a sister and then to be diagnosed yourself. That is hard stuff! The same thing happens to me when I think about what I&#8217;ve been through. Sometimes, I think it could have been so much worse, and other times I can hardly fathom that I am really living post-cancer without my natural breasts.</p>
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		By: SummerLee		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2018 16:17:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thankful with you, Kim! Oh! So thankful!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thankful with you, Kim! Oh! So thankful!</p>
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		By: Sharon		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2018 15:10:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you so much. It&#039;s everything that I wanted to say but couldn&#039;t.  Sept 2017 brought the death of my sister Deb from breast cancer.  Two months later I was diagnosed.  She was truly my first and last best friend.  Seeing what she went through made me less afraid and for that I am thankful.  There are times that I look at my scar and say so what, could have been worse and then there are those times I look and can&#039;t believe I lost a breast and my sister.  I grieve for both but mostly for her because I want so deeply to talk with her about this.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you so much. It&#8217;s everything that I wanted to say but couldn&#8217;t.  Sept 2017 brought the death of my sister Deb from breast cancer.  Two months later I was diagnosed.  She was truly my first and last best friend.  Seeing what she went through made me less afraid and for that I am thankful.  There are times that I look at my scar and say so what, could have been worse and then there are those times I look and can&#8217;t believe I lost a breast and my sister.  I grieve for both but mostly for her because I want so deeply to talk with her about this.</p>
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