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I often wonder why some families are so besieged with illness! In my BIL's family they are stricken with cancer and it seems to take them one after another no matter what preventative measures they take and on and on! sam
posted by
sam444
on October 31, 2011 at 10:42 AM
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Raye, remember life is a continuing gift...that each day, we live is receiving a present
posted by
Whisperer4U
on October 30, 2011 at 5:49 PM
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Raye09
ÛRY Enjoy your generation now. Take each day as it comes. Seniors enjoy themselves this way love. BC-A Bill”s RJJst
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BC-A
on October 30, 2011 at 4:35 AM
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They surely do, FSI. Thank you..
posted by
Raye09
on October 29, 2011 at 12:12 PM
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Things seem to go in so many different directions.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 29, 2011 at 11:10 AM
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Nicely said, CCT. I hope we get a choice too! Thank you..
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Raye09
on October 29, 2011 at 7:06 AM
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Re: This poem becomes a very provocative meditation - you use unlikely
Thank you, Bob. My latest pulmonary tests showed only 18% lung function left, due to scarring from severe and mostly untreated, lifelong asthma and I am a candidate for a lung transplant, which has an average survival rate of 5-7 years. So I am kind of thinking about the meaning of existence..:) Added to that are the illnesses of immediate family members; their condition's being rather dire and overwhelming too. Even so, the black isn't solid or impenetrable, not yet anyway. Sorry to hear of your wife's illness and I'm glad you and her can see beyond the fear and tears.
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Raye09
on October 29, 2011 at 7:05 AM
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Well Ray, when you finally get your op and come back slowly to your old self, that is the most likely outcome. Beyond that we may swirl around and be reformed, but I hope we get a choice. Of course you feel apprehensive and nothing seems fair in this world, but you still
have people who love you and that is as good as it gets.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 29, 2011 at 6:59 AM
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This poem becomes a very provocative meditation - you use unlikely
elements that serve your speculation very well. May I ask what your illness is? I remember when my wife Ginny
was finally diagnosed with progressive Multiple Sclerosis, I held her as she cried. She'd never cried like this before
or since. It was as if the world had gone black for both of us. But it hasn't. - Bob
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2902
on October 29, 2011 at 5:30 AM
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