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  1. Larry

    Hello All

    Thanks snowflake and Katy so glad to hear back from you.But very sad to see so many new people with names i do not recognize. Lost a neighbor lady to LC but she refused treatment as she felt if all she had were a few weeks or months she preferred that over being sick all the time.She lasted and did quite well for over a yr and it was only the last month of her life that were not so good so maybe she chose correctly. It is still good to see there are long term survivors of this dreaded desease which always gives the one thing none of us must lose HOPE. Oh i forgot my neighbors cancer was stage 4 when learned.God Bless Katy and keep up your work..
  2. Larry

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    Helo all just after all these last 3+ yrs thought i would check in and say howdy to all.Yes Katy it's been that long since sclc took my Wife and out of her loss i've became aware of Cancer so much more.Have a Girl that works for Walmart i know dealing with it and i feel our talks have made her stronger as i understood she was angry and refused to say anything about it but she knew me when my Wife was battling the desease and i feel that is partly why she now discusses it with me. I now have a Lady Friend whose husband died a few short months after my Wife with Sclc and she now is battling Breast Cancer. But to all who might read this don't give up and live every day as even those of us who do not knowingly have SCLC or other Cancers only have one real advantage and that we are not aware of what might be hiding it's ugly truth from us. So live with the Gift of life we all still have and pray for those even less fortunate...
  3. I'm so sorry to have read this about Beverly. I would have never known if Welthy had not E Mailed me to let me know her Tony had passed.And then i read this about your sister.She sound's like such a beautiful soul and some day some time GOD will have a speacial place for her. I'm still feeling a little guilty for being the one who a year ago answered your request about giving you the hard fact's.I will pray for GOD'S will for your Sister and her family and pray his will is for recovery but most important as my Priest(pastor) told my Wife and i that he prayed more for the soul as that was the most important part. But it is the reading of situation's such as your's and Welthy's and other's that felt i could no longer be active on this site as the Grief at time's was more than i can deal with.I'll pray for your sister and remember her in my Rosary...God Bless you all.....Larry
  4. +I thought this story was to good not to share with my Friend's and i felt it was perfect as my departing post........Larry It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed. ================================================== . "My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car. He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet. "In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it." At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: " Oh, bull- - - - ! " she said. "He hit a horse." "Well," my father said, "there was that, too." So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941 Dodge, the Van Laninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth , the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none. My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together. My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. "No one in the family drives," my mother would explain, and that was that. But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one." It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first. But, sure enough, my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown. It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car. Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother. So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea. "Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him saying more than once. For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps - - though they seldom left the city limits - - and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work. Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage. (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.) He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home. If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and "Father Slow." After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored." If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a long life?" "I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre. "No left turns," he said. "What?" I asked. "No left turns," he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in, happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic. As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn." "What?" I said again. "No left turns," he said. "Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights." "You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support. "No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works." But then she added: "Except when your father loses count." I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing. "Loses count?" I asked. "Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again." I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked. "No," he said "If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week." My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90. She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102. They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom - - the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.) He continued to walk daily - - he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died. One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news. A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred." At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer." "You're probably right," I said. "Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated. "Because you're 102 years old," I said. "Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day. That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night. He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: "I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet." An hour or so later, he spoke his last words: "I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have." A short time later, he died. I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long. I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life; or because he quit taking left turns. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it.
  5. Just a quick note to let all know that i've decided to leave this group and move on. It's been a sad ride and you all made it better as i watched for almost 2 year's of the awfull roller coaster ride this desease causes.We all who have been on it know the cruelty of the hope's and the sudden word's "sorry there is nothing left to try".You all made it more easier to deal with as so many of us were all on the same trip.I've thought this decision out and it was after many day's of thinking realizing this is best for all.I'm so glad for Katie and her effort's as at last i'm hearing commercial's for fighting Lung Cancer and if not for people like Katie the silence would still be deafining.GOD BLESS and i'll stop by ever now and then to check upon my friend's................Larry
  6. Not sure if i have it right but i believe mine is A+ but might be A- as it has been along time......
  7. It would be hard but like RY described that is pretty much it.....
  8. > > >> >> Jesus >> and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the >> computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired >> of >> hearing all the bickering. >> >> ? >> >> Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! >> I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two >> hours, and >> from those results, I will judge who does the better job." >> >> ? >> >> So Satan and Jesus sat down at the >> keyboards and typed away. >> >> ? >> >> They moused. >> >> ? >> >> They faxed. >> >> ? >> >> They e-mailed. >> >> ? >> >> They e-mailed with attachments. >> >> ? >> >> They downloaded. >> >> ? >> >> They did spreadsheets! >> >> ? >> >> They wrote reports. >> >> ? >> >> They created labels and cards. >> >> ? >> >> They created charts and graphs. >> >> ? >> >> They did some genealogy reports >> >> ? >> >> They did every job known to man. >> >> ? >> >> Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and >> Satan was faster than hell. Then, ten minutes before their time was up, >> lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, >> and, of >> course, the power went off. >> >> ? >> >> Satan stared at his blank screen and >> screamed every curse word known in the underworld. >> >> ? >> >> Jesus just sighed. >> >> ? >> >> Finally the >> electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. >> Satan >> started searching frantically, screaming: ?"It's gone! It's all GONE! >> I lost everything when the power went out!" >> >> ? >> >> Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing >> out all of his files from the past two hours of work. >> >> ? >> >> Satan observed this and became irate. >> "Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he >> has all his work and I don't have any?" >> >> ? >> >> God just shrugged and said, >> >> ? >> >> JESUS SAVES
  9. All i ever had to do as far back as i can remember was tell my self when i went to bed i need to be up by a certain time and outside of maybe a couple of time's i alway's woke at my predetermined time even if i went to sleep at 1am and had to be up at 4am...
  10. To sum it up in one word "Disbelief" and i do not remember what i was doing but i do remember all the Gas Station's prices doubling.Now my feeling's are as soon as they see us leave they will come over here and do it again.My son a speacial op Soldier(green Beret) has helped interrogated many captives and there hate for us is unreal and there is no appeasement or reasoning with them as like he said they have been so totally brain washed. How many American's believe in there religion strong enuff that they would send there Children out as Suicide bomber's to kill non believers...
  11. No i generally read what they post on the web as to be quite honest our newspaper is not worth the price they charge as it's usually it seem's a day late with the new's....
  12. As a Catholic i loved it...
  13. I'm thankfull for all the thing's that have made all happy here on LSLC. I'm thankfull that i'm still able to work and help those less fortunate.I'm thankfull for brave young men and women who daily risk there life's in our Military and last but not least i'm Thankfull God is our Father...........
  14. Never Never Never.......Reason why not !! I have enough of a problem Convincing people i'm not totally whacked out.......
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