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Angeline said:
Your lovely story reminded me of one more. When I was in my last year of high school, my sister (who was 4 years older than me) died suddenly. Of course, people had lots of questions about what happened and why and of course it was excrutiatingly painful for me or anyone in my family to try to answer them. I was out of school for a week and was dreading going back and being the object of scrutiny at a time when I least wanted it. But I did go back and could not get over how kind and discreet virtually all my classmates were, Years later, I found out that my English teacher--a really wonderful guy, but just another teacher to me at the time--had gone to our class and to my homeroom and talked to the students about compassion and how the kindest thing anyone could do for me at that point was to be there for me but not pry into what was very difficult for me and my family then. He never said a word to me about it, and I only found out--as I said--years later, when an old school friend mentioned it. When I am feeling low and embittered about the world, that is one of the things I always remember to remind myself that there are indeed many good people out there who do things for kind, selfless reasons. And such acts have a way of setting good things in motion. When my old teacher died some years later, I wrote to his wife and children to tell them what he had done and what an impact it had on me. Kindness generally begets more kindness.
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What an incredible story
Wise and kind woman, you:heart:
 
just pet said:
So well said
I wish you cool weather, love and the strength to laugh until you think you'll pee your pants
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Gads yeah on the cool weather!!! I hibernate come summer.

I have a very good kick ass additude about things....it will NEVER get me down :D
 
Angeline said:
Your lovely story reminded me of one more. When I was in my last year of high school, my sister (who was 4 years older than me) died suddenly. Of course, people had lots of questions about what happened and why and of course it was excrutiatingly painful for me or anyone in my family to try to answer them. I was out of school for a week and was dreading going back and being the object of scrutiny at a time when I least wanted it. But I did go back and could not get over how kind and discreet virtually all my classmates were, Years later, I found out that my English teacher--a really wonderful guy, but just another teacher to me at the time--had gone to our class and to my homeroom and talked to the students about compassion and how the kindest thing anyone could do for me at that point was to be there for me but not pry into what was very difficult for me and my family then. He never said a word to me about it, and I only found out--as I said--years later, when an old school friend mentioned it. When I am feeling low and embittered about the world, that is one of the things I always remember to remind myself that there are indeed many good people out there who do things for kind, selfless reasons. And such acts have a way of setting good things in motion. When my old teacher died some years later, I wrote to his wife and children to tell them what he had done and what an impact it had on me. Kindness generally begets more kindness.
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Like the other folk on this thread, Angel, you have a caring soul. :rose: Your final five words are absolutely true, in my experience. :cool:
 
I noticed in the list that today is Just Pets' Birthday and seeing the name on the front page thought I'd nip in and say it:

Happy Birthday Just Pet.
 
A post from a friend of mines blog...she is 38 & has pancreatic cancer...

Please Pray for me. It's done so much for me in the past. I want to live more than two days. I want to be able to go home and juice some oranges for fresh squeezed. I want to be able to lay in a cool body of clear water. I want my family to know that I will still be there for them. It's such
a horrible thought knowing that you may not have a lot of time left.

I am not sure what else to say except please HOPE FOR THE BEST! I'm hoping they can kick the crap out of the infection and I can say all will be fine. I hope that is what it will be. I'm not sure.

I hope to talk to you all again SOON!
 
Yes_YEs_YES said:
A post from a friend of mines blog...she is 38 & has pancreatic cancer...

Please Pray for me. It's done so much for me in the past. I want to live more than two days. I want to be able to go home and juice some oranges for fresh squeezed. I want to be able to lay in a cool body of clear water. I want my family to know that I will still be there for them. It's such
a horrible thought knowing that you may not have a lot of time left.

I am not sure what else to say except please HOPE FOR THE BEST! I'm hoping they can kick the crap out of the infection and I can say all will be fine. I hope that is what it will be. I'm not sure.

I hope to talk to you all again SOON!
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Wow, fuck, wow. Pancreatic is nasty. I hope your friend manages to beat it, or at least to accomplish a few things that will let her pass with some semblance of peace.
 
Peregrinator said:
Wow, fuck, wow. Pancreatic is nasty. I hope your friend manages to beat it, or at least to accomplish a few things that will let her pass with some semblance of peace.
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I hope so to, hopeing miracles do happen at this point...I've just talked to her and it's almost surreal knowing now that every time I talk to her could be the last time. They have her in quarantine now due to a massive infection, I just hope they can clear the infection up so she can at least hug and kiss her husband and daughter one last time.......funny the things you start to wish for.................................................
 
I wish I had something to say for that.

I'm so sorry.
 
Raidho said:
I wish I had something to say for that.

I'm so sorry.
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I know, there are no words

Just anyone that reads this, just stop and take a minute to do whatever it is you do when you need some help, pray, meditate, wish, talk to your belly button...whatever it may be and send a few thoughts her way, it can't hurt
 
Yes_YEs_YES said:
I know, there are no words

Just anyone that reads this, just stop and take a minute to do whatever it is you do when you need some help, pray, meditate, wish, talk to your belly button...whatever it may be and send a few thoughts her way, it can't hurt
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Gladly. Some for her family, and her friend too.
 
Yes_YEs_YES said:
I know, there are no words

Just anyone that reads this, just stop and take a minute to do whatever it is you do when you need some help, pray, meditate, wish, talk to your belly button...whatever it may be and send a few thoughts her way, it can't hurt
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Done

(((Yes_YEs_YES)))
 
I was young... he lay in the hospital bed in dire pain. Pancreatic Cancer, advanced. It was the early seventies and there wasn't much that could be done.


He was my all. I looked up to him as if he were God, and in my limited lifetime, he was just that. I suddenly was presented with the aspect of death and dying.

"Little man, come here."

He was in great pain, drugged up and he'd told the nurses to not give him the shot he needed because his little man was coming to see him and he wanted to be 'there' for him.

"Yes Grandpa?"

"I'm moving on. I go to see your grandmother now."

"I want you to stay."

"Isn't the way life is little man. You'll learn someday. Now, you need to know that I love you and I know you will be the man I needed to see when you grow up."

I held his hand and tried to no cry.

He looked into my eyes, his wracked with much pain.

"I'll see you on the other side little man, and we'll both be far better off there."

It was the last time I saw him alive.

That night changed me forever. I realized that life was precious, that hero's could and did die, and most importantly, my grandfather believed in a life beyond earth. Not in a Christian way, though my parent believed that of him, but in a more natural and pagan way. You see, my grandfather and I spent time together with nobody else around and he spoke of his beliefs to me. I learned from him of things and when he left I felt lost for quite some time.


Then, one day on the ranch I came across a little tree that he'd spoke about. I thought it had died, but there it was, alive and well, and I knew.
 
Please tell me a story

I want to hear

Indulge me tonight, please
 
:rose:

curious2c said:
I was young... he lay in the hospital bed in dire pain. Pancreatic Cancer, advanced. It was the early seventies and there wasn't much that could be done.


He was my all. I looked up to him as if he were God, and in my limited lifetime, he was just that. I suddenly was presented with the aspect of death and dying.

"Little man, come here."

He was in great pain, drugged up and he'd told the nurses to not give him the shot he needed because his little man was coming to see him and he wanted to be 'there' for him.

"Yes Grandpa?"

"I'm moving on. I go to see your grandmother now."

"I want you to stay."

"Isn't the way life is little man. You'll learn someday. Now, you need to know that I love you and I know you will be the man I needed to see when you grow up."

I held his hand and tried to no cry.

He looked into my eyes, his wracked with much pain.

"I'll see you on the other side little man, and we'll both be far better off there."

It was the last time I saw him alive.

That night changed me forever. I realized that life was precious, that hero's could and did die, and most importantly, my grandfather believed in a life beyond earth. Not in a Christian way, though my parent believed that of him, but in a more natural and pagan way. You see, my grandfather and I spent time together with nobody else around and he spoke of his beliefs to me. I learned from him of things and when he left I felt lost for quite some time.


Then, one day on the ranch I came across a little tree that he'd spoke about. I thought it had died, but there it was, alive and well, and I knew.
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This thread came to mind again
And I am once more moved to tears

So many wonderful stories...

He was a famous jazz musician
I was initiating his hospice care
Bedbound, barely lucid
Unable to move for weakness, his body swollen with edema
His family assured me he was confused, no longer making sense

I stood close, held his hand, introduced myself
His azure eyes sparkled and he spoke
"I am ready
This is the key
What have I accomplished in my life?"
We spoke of things of this world and others
Deep philosophical truths, seen without the filter of 'what if'
"We are a team" he told me
His granddaughter and I crushed his Vicodin in ice cream to ease the swallowing
We giggled as we imagined ourselves evil women from Murder She Wrote, hiding the poison from the unsuspecting victim
Though he was no victim and knew well the sweet would stop the stabbing in his gut
I only spent a few hours with these remarkable people, yet the connection remains
The family never heard what he had to say

Learning to listen deeply, truly listen, reveals amazing insights


Today a nurse friend sang her rap song about seizures today
It was hysterical

Medical joke: Did you know you can diagnose renal failure from an EKG?
There's no P wave
 
This thread does more to contribute to the richness of life than any other thread I've seen here.
 
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