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	<title>Comments on: Letter to Lydia</title>
	<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/</link>
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		<title>by: Syar</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-51510</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 08:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>My older sister was diagnosed with lymphoma three months ago, and she's currently undergoing chemo. The doctors are optimistic because they caught it early, it's localized, etc. That was all I needed before I ran with it. When we talk, nothing's changed and I bully and tease her just like I always have and we make inappropriate jokes and she's named the wig she bought and even that little lump she found in her breast (Brenda, God knows why, she's not very good at naming things) that made me cry, but just a little.

But even while I laugh, I wonder about what I'm doing with my tears. 

Reading "And everything’s going to be all right and maybe nothing will be all right" hit home in more ways than I can describe. 

Thank you for sharing your story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My older sister was diagnosed with lymphoma three months ago, and she&#8217;s currently undergoing chemo. The doctors are optimistic because they caught it early, it&#8217;s localized, etc. That was all I needed before I ran with it. When we talk, nothing&#8217;s changed and I bully and tease her just like I always have and we make inappropriate jokes and she&#8217;s named the wig she bought and even that little lump she found in her breast (Brenda, God knows why, she&#8217;s not very good at naming things) that made me cry, but just a little.</p>
<p>But even while I laugh, I wonder about what I&#8217;m doing with my tears. </p>
<p>Reading &#8220;And everything’s going to be all right and maybe nothing will be all right&#8221; hit home in more ways than I can describe. </p>
<p>Thank you for sharing your story.
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		<title>by: Michele</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-35316</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 22:44:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I couldn't quit reading....

Yes, if we only stopped each day to take a moment, if only a moment, to reach out to someone in pain, maybe there would be more healing.

May you all  find healing... May you all  find life, soon....

Thanks for sharing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I couldn&#8217;t quit reading&#8230;.</p>
<p>Yes, if we only stopped each day to take a moment, if only a moment, to reach out to someone in pain, maybe there would be more healing.</p>
<p>May you all  find healing&#8230; May you all  find life, soon&#8230;.</p>
<p>Thanks for sharing.
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		<title>by: Beverly Lucey</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-10416</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 21:19:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>First, thank you for posting that picture.  It's one of the best closeups of love and defiance I've ever seen.

Second, I will never think of the middle seat of an airplane with such fear and loathing again.  Small miracles can happen there.

Third, the story of the old lady and the arm and the Timex framing the story of the baby and you all as a young family is so touching.  

Thank you, again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First, thank you for posting that picture.  It&#8217;s one of the best closeups of love and defiance I&#8217;ve ever seen.</p>
<p>Second, I will never think of the middle seat of an airplane with such fear and loathing again.  Small miracles can happen there.</p>
<p>Third, the story of the old lady and the arm and the Timex framing the story of the baby and you all as a young family is so touching.  </p>
<p>Thank you, again.
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		<title>by: Tami C Ryan</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-10037</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2007 23:41:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>A thousand hugs to you, Daniel, to your wife, and to Liddy.

Tami</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A thousand hugs to you, Daniel, to your wife, and to Liddy.</p>
<p>Tami
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		<title>by: Carla</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-9717</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 19:35:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Daniel, thank you for your words. So graceful...Know there are at least two people now praying for your family</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Daniel, thank you for your words. So graceful&#8230;Know there are at least two people now praying for your family
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		<title>by: Monica</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-9643</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2007 13:06:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I am reading this at 5:30 AM with a cup of  coffee and, now, a wet kleenex.  I will take this painful and beautiful rendering, fold it up and place it close to my heart so I can pull it out when I need it.  I am off to work, a school administrator, to hunt for the many 'Liddys' that fill our desks these days. 

How powerful, the hug of the stranger.  And thus, how more powerful the hug of a teacher who welcomes our 'Liddys" each morning.  We are here to heal each other.

Many blessing to you all.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am reading this at 5:30 AM with a cup of  coffee and, now, a wet kleenex.  I will take this painful and beautiful rendering, fold it up and place it close to my heart so I can pull it out when I need it.  I am off to work, a school administrator, to hunt for the many &#8216;Liddys&#8217; that fill our desks these days. </p>
<p>How powerful, the hug of the stranger.  And thus, how more powerful the hug of a teacher who welcomes our &#8216;Liddys&#8221; each morning.  We are here to heal each other.</p>
<p>Many blessing to you all.
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		<title>by: emma</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/04/04/letter-to-lydia/#comment-9334</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2007 13:51:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Well done Daniel, very well done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well done Daniel, very well done.
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