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		<title>Polyps and the Pellopenesian War</title>
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Today&#8217;s prompt was to pick one grouping of people in Seurat&#8217;s painting, &#8221; Sunday Afternoon on La Grande Jatte&#8221; and describe their fictional conversation regarding a discussion of Cancer. This was one of the stories:
The two women were together at the water&#8217;s edge of La Grande Jatte. one standing and one sitting. Marie, sitting on the grass, said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know what to do, I can&#8217;t get Jacques to get a colonoscopy. He complains about rectal pain, but he does [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2012/04/10/polyps-and-the-pellopenesian-war-2-603</link>
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		<title>Jaws II- A Breast Biopsy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We were writing about our experiences with Biopsies. Pat read this description of her test at Monday&#8217;s meeting:
I thought the mammogram test was bad but it is nothing compared to a breast biopsy.
You lay flat on your stomach on a hard table.
 Then they put the offending breast through this hole in the table hanging down.
 Cold hands position the breast.
 Now I know how a cow feels when a farmer tugs on its udder with his cold hands; or a milking machine with [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2012/02/29/jaws-ii-a-breast-biopsy-592</link>
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		<title>BIOPSY</title>
		<description><![CDATA[                    BIOPSY
With every Biopsy, a part of me dies,
A part of my body, a part of my spirit, 
Like a rock beaten down by the constant drip-drip of water,
Slowly, surely, wearing, gnawing..
Variable is the location,
Constant is the anger, the worry, the despair.
A needleful of my Prostate, a snip of my skin, a scrape of my mouth..
Death of tissue, death of psyche.
 
The bliss of benignity, or the malice of malignancy,
Which will it be?
Push the pause button on your life,
Don’t start anything new!
When, [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2012/02/13/577-577</link>
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		<title>Writing Begins to Heal Emotional Scars</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dear Julie,
It is kind of funny that I am writing you this thank you note right now. I was in the library one night, about six months ago, looking at our books on creative writing. I saw your book, Writing for Wellness, and I immediately put it back on the shelf. You see, I was not ready to handle this kind of intimate story of my life. I also have never had cancer. My mother has had a small lump [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2012/01/04/writing-begins-to-heal-emotional-scars-570</link>
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		<title>The Big C- Christmas Spirit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A Beautiful Christmas, Decorations Everywhere, Festive Garlands Hanging, Inspiring Joyous Kinder Laughter, Moving Non-believers On-toward Peace, Quieting Restive Souls, Tempering Unrest.
                                                                          Very Worry-free Xmas,  
                                                                                             Your Zitherists  
If you haven’t already noticed, there are 26 words, written in grammatical sentences, each beginning with successive letters of the alphabet, starting with A and ending with Z. Pat Boran, an Irish poet, gets the credit for this exercise our group is doing over the holidays. It’s in his book, “The Portable Creative [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2011/12/19/the-big-c-christmas-spirit-561</link>
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		<title>On a Personal Note</title>
		<description><![CDATA[                        Marion’s Garden of Hope
                   Last year’s garden was bleak,
                  A few annuals were all she could do,
                  Mammograms and Lumpectomies,  Radiation and Reconstruction
                  They took up most of her time.
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                 This year’s sun is stronger and brighter,
                 She’s planting perennials now.
                 Gaillardia and Primula, Rudbeckia and Hosta,
                 Perennials for all those years to come!
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I wrote that poem in 2007. It was written about my wife&#8217;s battle with Breast Cancer. Her mental strength through life&#8217;s tests, not just dealing with her Cancer, is what keeps me going. Death of an [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2011/11/25/on-a-personal-note-556</link>
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		<title>Tribute: Dr. Lois Neil-Sambar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dr. Lois Neil-Sambar, 76, former Glendale Unified School District Director of Secondary Curriculum and Instruction and former principal of Rosemont Middle School, a well-known educator and philanthropist in the Glendale-La Crescenta area, died October 11, 2011  in her home in La Canada-Flintridge following a nearly two-decade valiant battle with cancer.
Lois is survived by her husband, Chakib (Chuck) Sambar, former President of the Glendale Unified School District and long-time GUSD board member and former Vice Principal of Instruction at Crescenta Valley High School; [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2011/11/06/tribute-dr-lois-neil-sambar-teacher-educator-philanthropist-545</link>
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		<title>Something New</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Famous paintings are wonderful to study and admire. They also have another life- as prompts for WFW classes.
At each of our last two meetings I used a reproduction from a well-known artist.
At one meeting it was Edward Hopper’s “Morning Sun”, In Hopper’s painting a woman is sitting on a bed and looking out her window. I asked the group to write about the thoughts going through the woman’s mind.
Everyone responded enthusiastically to the use of the paintings as prompts, and [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2011/10/03/something-new-541</link>
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		<title>Destiny? We believe it was!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A  Meant-to-Be Encounter
by Julie Davey
The northbound traffic on the 5, the 57 and on the westbound 210 Freeways in Los Angeles was bad.  It was morning rush hour and I was driving the 70 or so miles up to Caltech in Pasadena to drop off my husband Bob for a seminar he was attending.  My plan was to return to City of Hope in Duarte pick up my medical records requested by my doctors in Orange County, then see some [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2011/09/24/destiny-we-belive-it-was-532</link>
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		<title>What Linda Started!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[What Linda Started!
by Julie Davey, her friend and sister survivor.
I am privileged to be here today at the City of Hope with Linda&#8217;s family, friends and co-workers as well as the doctors we shared&#8211;Dr. James Andersen, our surgeon, and Dr. Lucille Leong, our oncologist, both of whom will pay tribute to Linda as well. She is gone but not fogotten.
Linda lives on in so many ways, in so many hearts. I am honored to tell you about one aspect of [&#160;...&#160;]]]></description>
		<link>http://writingforwellness.com/writing/2011/09/02/what-linda-started-516</link>
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