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	<title>Comments on: Thank Goodness for Chemo Day</title>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember like it was yesterday when I finished my radiation treatments at Mass General that I cried in the waiting room before my last treatment.  I gave gifts to all the nurses, had lunch with my friends that I saw for the past 6 weeks, every day, and we celebrated and cried at the same time.  I was depressed because it had become my daily routine, I enjoyed the beautiful mile walk during lunch (it was the most exercise I had had at that time).  That was 5 1/2 years ago.  A year ago my co-worker started her radiation at the same hospital, mentioned my name, and the nurses claim they remembered me with my radiation buddy Karen.  I was completely shocked - they are remarkable women and men that work in the cancer &quot;industry&quot; and have hearts larger than the universe.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember like it was yesterday when I finished my radiation treatments at Mass General that I cried in the waiting room before my last treatment.  I gave gifts to all the nurses, had lunch with my friends that I saw for the past 6 weeks, every day, and we celebrated and cried at the same time.  I was depressed because it had become my daily routine, I enjoyed the beautiful mile walk during lunch (it was the most exercise I had had at that time).  That was 5 1/2 years ago.  A year ago my co-worker started her radiation at the same hospital, mentioned my name, and the nurses claim they remembered me with my radiation buddy Karen.  I was completely shocked &#8211; they are remarkable women and men that work in the cancer &#8220;industry&#8221; and have hearts larger than the universe.</p>
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