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	<title>Live Life Like You Were Dying</title>
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	<description>A blog by Ellisya at TheBody.com.</description>
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	<title>The Beginning of a New Chapter</title>
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	<description><![CDATA[<p>Here I am at the beginning of 2012, facing so many ups and downs of life. "Teenage Hormone Syndrome" (from my girl Trisha) is one of them that's giving me a headache. One of the biggest news I received last year was I've been proposed to by a longtime good friend of mine in September, and we got married in November.</p>

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	<pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 12:56:00 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title>My Early Years -- and Why I Am Sharing Them</title>
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	<description><![CDATA[<p>Now everyone can <a href="http://www.thebody.com/content/63793/the-girl-who-thought-the-world-was-round.html">read a lot more about me as a young girl</a> in TheBody.com's Women's Resource Center. I am sharing this story as a part of my journey struggling as an HIV-positive woman and mother, and even way before the disease came into my body.</p>

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	<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 16:34:00 GMT</pubDate>
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	<title>The Day I Was Pronounced Dead</title>
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	<description><![CDATA[<p>It was the usual check-up for me and my daughter as we normally did every year, just to make sure we were healthy. We just had to wait two weeks for our results, so during that time I was just acting normally like nothing had happened, because it hadn't. I was 21 back then, and my daughter, Trisha, was 6.</p>

<p>I received a phone call from the doctor's office informing me that we needed to come to clinic as soon as possible. My heart beat much faster. "Is it something wrong?" I asked the doctor's assistant, but she said "Sorry madam, we can't tell you on the phone."</p>

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	<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 15:30:00 GMT</pubDate>
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