Happy Man! My Little Ludvisk! How are you? Yes, I like it here very much. Great people, great posts...I'm learning a lot. Nice to see old friends, too.
Nah, I don't know much Swedish, what were you tellin me to dig?
Love...Windy
why do we miss?.
why do we miss people when they are gone?.
do we miss them?.
Happy Man! My Little Ludvisk! How are you? Yes, I like it here very much. Great people, great posts...I'm learning a lot. Nice to see old friends, too.
Nah, I don't know much Swedish, what were you tellin me to dig?
Love...Windy
i am cassilines husband.
i know cassiline has alot of friends that monitor this board so i thought i would post a surgery status on cassiline to let everyone who cares about her know how everything is going.
first of all, i would like to say thank you to the owner of this board, friends and aquintances of cassinline, for all the help you have provided not olny for her but for others that are out there with problems who seek the assistance from people that have a similar state of understanding about the jw religion.
Thanks for letting us know! Please give her a great big hug from me and tell her I wish her the speediest of recoveries! (Will try to call her...)
thank you, valis, for posting to following info:.
this seems closer to me than anything i have found yet.
it also seems to fit the bill for several others who replied on that thread.
This sounds like what I am today. After being away from the wtbts for over four years and looking into religion in general, I have mostly gone with my gut feeling....which I can now define as Deism.
Brings new meaning to Bob Dylan's lyrics in John Wesley Harding: "As I went out one morning to breathe the air around Tom Paine..." (As I Went Out One Morning)
first of all there are several different types of leukemia.
danny had acute lymphatic leukemia, he became ill at two years old...this was in 1972... he lived for 16 years died two weeks after he graduated from high school.. now...he never had an ounce of blood during the 16 years of treatment.
he underwent chemo theropy.. this was the worste class of childhood leukemia at that time.. this form was considered cured if the child remained in remission for five years...there was a 50-50 chance of those that had lymphatic leukemia would be cured by the 1980's he fell in the class that did not.. for five years he would be in remission then the drugs stopped working and he would have to under-go another type og chemo.
((((Beck)))) Yes, I think about what my son would be like today, a grown man. Rek is right, the years ease the pain, but the loss remains.
I like your posts and your pic, Beck. Thanks for being here.
why do we miss?.
why do we miss people when they are gone?.
do we miss them?.
Hemp! Another gem. I've come to realize that life is full of loss and we grow when we deal with it.
here's the new guys..... .
here's the story..... http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2002/06/0625_020624_0624tvprimate.html.
i always get excited when something new is discovered....i often wonder how long it will take, if ever, to discover everything on our wonderful planet.
Hoax or not, I think it's great to think about. There are so many things that we haven't discovered yet.
Spider Monkey, I had a thing for monkeys when I was a kid, too! I was born in the Republic of Panama and we had a spider monkey as a pet. Panchito. When I was three, my mom left my dad and we went to live with my grandparents in Massachusetts. I was about six or seven and there was an item in the paper about a monkey crossing the Mexican border. My mom decided to play a game with me and she told me that it was Panchito coming up to the states looking for me. I believed her and it was my first thought ever of leaving home. I packed a little bag and walked out of the house, because I was gonna go look for my monkey. I remember my mom, older sister and grandmother standing in the doorway, laughing at me. Then I realized it was all a joke and it was the first time I really hated them. That's pretty strong, I know, but I remember yelling at them, "I hate you!" I am not proud that I felt this way or said that to them, but I lost my trust in them on that day.
first of all there are several different types of leukemia.
danny had acute lymphatic leukemia, he became ill at two years old...this was in 1972... he lived for 16 years died two weeks after he graduated from high school.. now...he never had an ounce of blood during the 16 years of treatment.
he underwent chemo theropy.. this was the worste class of childhood leukemia at that time.. this form was considered cured if the child remained in remission for five years...there was a 50-50 chance of those that had lymphatic leukemia would be cured by the 1980's he fell in the class that did not.. for five years he would be in remission then the drugs stopped working and he would have to under-go another type og chemo.
(((((outnfree))))) (((((Lady Lee))))) Love you, thanks for the hugs.
first of all there are several different types of leukemia.
danny had acute lymphatic leukemia, he became ill at two years old...this was in 1972... he lived for 16 years died two weeks after he graduated from high school.. now...he never had an ounce of blood during the 16 years of treatment.
he underwent chemo theropy.. this was the worste class of childhood leukemia at that time.. this form was considered cured if the child remained in remission for five years...there was a 50-50 chance of those that had lymphatic leukemia would be cured by the 1980's he fell in the class that did not.. for five years he would be in remission then the drugs stopped working and he would have to under-go another type og chemo.
(((((((((((((((((Rekless)))))))))))))))
I cry a lot. I cried through my divorces, I cried when my youngest son joined the Navy, I cried when a dearest friend turned his back on me, I cried when my mom and grandmother died. But each time I have cried, my thoughts have always turned to Eric. He was my biggest loss, my dearest love, my sweetest joy and my saddest sorrow.
A couple of weeks before he died, he was bleeding out. Large clots of blood were in his mouth and I had to endure swabbing these out. I wanted to run away, Rekless. I've never been through anything as horrible as facing his death. I think I could face just about anything now.
Please feel free to email me, if you want: [email protected]
many of you know what a year i have been having... .
things got a wee bit worse for me... .
i work for a non-profit membership based high-technology corporation.
(((((((Amanda))))))))
Sorry to hear about the lay off and your bad year. I come from a family of nurses and it is a worthy profession. I hope that you go to school and become one! Meanwhile, if I had my bar, I would really, really want you to be a cocktail waitress!!!! Hey, it's great tips!
Anyhow, please know that I love you already and wish you the very best.
Love ya...Wind
first of all there are several different types of leukemia.
danny had acute lymphatic leukemia, he became ill at two years old...this was in 1972... he lived for 16 years died two weeks after he graduated from high school.. now...he never had an ounce of blood during the 16 years of treatment.
he underwent chemo theropy.. this was the worste class of childhood leukemia at that time.. this form was considered cured if the child remained in remission for five years...there was a 50-50 chance of those that had lymphatic leukemia would be cured by the 1980's he fell in the class that did not.. for five years he would be in remission then the drugs stopped working and he would have to under-go another type og chemo.
Hi, Rekless, it is nice to meet you. I went through a similar experience with my son, Eric. He was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia when he was two (1975). (I am not sure if Lymphocytic and Lymphatic are the same, they call it ALL for short.) He did have a blood transfusion about a week after diagnosis, the only one. He had a couple of remissions, during each chemo protocol, where they almost lasted four years, but the disease would always come back. Even though the doctors told me he was in the 50% catagory that were poor risk, I still believed he would be able to win his battle. Then, he would get sick again and my heart would sink. I don't remember how often we endured these ups and downs, but they took a toll. I spent the majority of ten years in the hospital with him. Then, he had shorter remissions, until he just couldn't fight it anymore. He died when he was twelve. He went into a coma. A strange thing happened when he took his last breath. The room went darker than it was. I talked with my husband about this, and he said he noticed it, too. I believe that an angel was there for Eric and left when Eric finally died.
I sincerely know your pain. My son was an extraordinary person, the apple of my eye. Even though he has been dead longer than his short life, the pain of losing him never goes away. My love to you and your family...
Wind