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dtl_zammett_diary[i-1].body = "<b>July 22, 2005</b><br> <br>How could I not cry <br>Tonight was the rehearsal dinner; Nick and I held it at the beach, complete with a tent set up on the boardwalk and place cards I made out of shells.<p>  Before we introduced our wedding party, I toasted Dr. Mauro, the oncologist I visit in Portland, Oregon, and his wife, Anne, the designer who created my wedding gown.  Saying the words \"my doctor\" as I raised my glass reminded me that I have cancer, and I started crying.  So did everyone.  I'm sure Martha Stewart would not approve of inviting your oncologist to your wedding -- too depressing.  Even Dr. Mauro was wary.  \"Cancer should be the furthest thing from your mind on your wedding day,\" he said.  But if it weren't for him, I might not even be here.<p><a href=http://www.glamour.com/>For more of &#147;Erin&#146;s Diary&#148; go to glamour.com.</a>";

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