<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post3775480465302903252..comments</id><updated>2009-05-17T10:29:59.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Alzheimer's Team: A Simple Smile Says A Lot</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/feeds/3775480465302903252/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html'/><author><name>Chad Harris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13746094521505745793</uri><email>chad@bigexports.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-8310087622461705701</id><published>2009-05-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen, 

Trust me... he knows! He may not be abl...</title><content type='html'>Kristen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me... he knows! He may not be able to form the words but he can feel it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;Donna</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default/8310087622461705701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default/8310087622461705701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html?showComment=1242509880000#c8310087622461705701' title=''/><author><name>Donna Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07678214618259250396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-3775480465302903252' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/posts/default/3775480465302903252' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-7218956576001684157</id><published>2009-05-05T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:58:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This scenario is so familiar to me as I am going d...</title><content type='html'>This scenario is so familiar to me as I am going down this same road with my mom.  I always look her right in the eyes and say "Hi Mom".  She usually seems to know me, but sometimes I think she has me confused with her sister or my sister.  It no longer matters to me as long as she knows I am there because I care about her and love her.  Sometimes now we just sit together and don't even talk much.  Still I know she feels the love I bring to her with my visit and that is what mattters at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know about the HBO series on Alzheimer's that begins on Sunday?  I'm sure you probably do as you are so well informed on this subject.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default/7218956576001684157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default/7218956576001684157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html?showComment=1241560680000#c7218956576001684157' title=''/><author><name>Happy @ Home</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15748146424809856063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-3775480465302903252' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/posts/default/3775480465302903252' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-2741317717068269530</id><published>2009-05-05T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:42:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow your entry made me vividly recall visits like ...</title><content type='html'>Wow your entry made me vividly recall visits like that with my mom.  There would be visits where we didn't talk alot and just smiled alot.  It was so hard not to cry for me.  I didn't want to cry in front of my mom (because I think Alzheimers patients can still sense happiness, anger and sadness).  I'd wait and end up bawling my eyes out in my car afterwards in the parking lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost like visiting a mirage of my mom.  It was her, but it wasn't her.  I just wanted to scream and pull her old self out of this shell of a body that I was looking at.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default/2741317717068269530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/3775480465302903252/comments/default/2741317717068269530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html?showComment=1241556120000#c2741317717068269530' title=''/><author><name>citygirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01337184917158798153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.alzheimersteam.com/2009/05/simple-smile-says-lot.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943780351660535192.post-3775480465302903252' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943780351660535192/posts/default/3775480465302903252' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>