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My tumour is now untreatable -- RIP our beloved friend: August 11, 2016 --

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posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:07 PM
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a reply to: woodwardjnr


I don't know you, but it must take a lot of courage to go through what you have. Thoughts are with you and your family.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:10 PM
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You have so many kind thoughts to read, but I wanted to add another thought for you to mull over.

Thank you.

Thank you for sharing your journey with us. It is the brave soul who faces such a difficult reality in their lives and has the courage to share it and to instill in others an appreciation for life.

I have been harboring an important decision for a few years now and asking the Universe to help show me the way. Reading your post today helped to arrive at a direction and for that I am so grateful.

You were so nice to give credit to the people at ATS for being there for you, but I'm not sure how aware you are that you have done so much for us. Many of us don't know what it's like to face the days as you must but you have shown us what it's like to be a fearless survivor.

What a testament to you.

My prayers are with you.

I think the world of you.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:14 PM
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I'm in the process of publishing the book "The Anatomy and Cure of Cancer". I want to send you the eBook version free so that you can get immediate help and recovery. My email address is Thprotocol at gmail dot com. I really want to communicate with you.

a reply to: woodwardjnr



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:15 PM
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a reply to: groveacc

Your a kind human!!!


JAK

posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:23 PM
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originally posted by: Shiloh7

... I know your Blue Owl well

Quoted for its poetry.


Coming across your posts woodwardjnr, reading your perspective toward people, toward life...


To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:27 PM
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I enjoy your posts. If you aren't here, I will miss you.

If I could pray for your well-being, I would. I can only wish that random chance falls in your favor.

Best.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 04:39 PM
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Sorry for the double post. My last one just didn't communicate what I wanted to communicate.

This comes closer ... I beg a bit of pardon for the length ... the lines that I am most mindful of regarding you are bolded:

Ulysses

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.


This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:14 PM
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I'm glad you don't expect anyone to know what to say... I surely don't.

Other than you are in my thoughts.

I've enjoyed our interactions, few though they may have been over the past few years...and may they continue.


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posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:19 PM
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You are an ATS HERO and if there is anything that we can do to help you in your fight I sincerely hope you let us know and it will be done if we can get it done.

You are truly one of the bravest and most honorable people I've "met" online, (that would be thousands if not hundreds of thousands of people) and you are on the top of the list and I join the others who salute you.

Bless you and yours and THANK YOU.

Mark...


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posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:29 PM
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well,
I hope you and your family the best. Its amazing that even with your condition you thought of the other people on this site and thanked them for being friends.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:32 PM
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Words fail me.
I applaud you fighting the good fight.

With love and respect....



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:36 PM
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You have been through a lot, then it leads to this.
I commend You for Your positive attitude for the inevitable outcome.

I have seen a lot of Your posts and they made Me Smile,
Think, and some would make Me think some more.

You have been an asset to this WebSite, Our ATS Family.

Thank You for That.


Stay close to those Who You Love, and Who Love You.

See Ya on the other side, perhaps one day.
Possibly a blink of the eye for You, maybe some odd more years for Me...
Syx/Mike.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:38 PM
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I know it may seem a bit late to try, but I do hear that garlic can help in the cancer fight. Regardless, I'll be praying for you man. You're doing what everyone in your sitiation does, handling it the best way you know how. And I APPLAUD you for it!!

TheBorg :-)



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:40 PM
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Springer why dont we make a memorial forum on ATS for those members such as woodward past and present that have moved on and those who are giving it their all?



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:45 PM
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I wish you the best. I have read many of your posts and they have always been both impressively articulate and enlightening. I hope all your days are good ones.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:54 PM
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I didn't know if I would be poking a bear when I reached out across the void to you, I'm so glad I did. I will always be grateful. We're both going to have tons of time to talk and poke at people. Keep finding ways to laugh.

Gratitude is the memory of the heart and the heart never forgets.
~JB Massieu



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 05:58 PM
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[[[HUGS]]] It seems so small but I have nothing as grand as the support you have shared through the years. Your "face" is one that we love to see grace a thread. And that is what you do. Please know that we as a community try to give back to you the power and healing that you have shared with so many! May you enjoy every moment filled with amazing wonder and hopefully not pain.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 06:14 PM
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in your honor I will curse the gods and forever remember your name.
-Cowboy.



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 06:21 PM
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Words cannot express how I feel for you, maybe this does.

(((Bro hug)))



posted on May, 2 2016 @ 06:29 PM
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I don't know you very well, and not nearly enough to offer any insight into your situation. But as a fellow human, let me say this; you are amazing, always have been and always will be. Thank you for your contributions to us. You are very loved.

Here is a poem that has helped me immensely with personal loss. Perhaps you can find some comfort in it as well.

People
Yevgeny Yevtushenko

No people are uninteresting.
Their fate is like the chronicle of planets.

Nothing in them is not particular,
and planet is dissimilar from planet.

And if a man lived in obscurity
making his friends in that obscurity
obscurity is not uninteresting.

To each his world is private,
and in that world one excellent minute.

And in that world one tragic minute.
These are private.

In any man who dies there dies with him
his first snow and kiss and fight.
It goes with him.

There are left books and bridges
and painted canvas and machinery.
Whose fate is to survive.

But what has gone is also not nothing:
by the rule of the game something has gone.
Not people die but worlds die in them.

Whom we knew as faulty, the earth’s creatures
Of whom, essentially, what did we know?

Brother of a brother? Friend of friends?
Lover of lover?

We who knew our fathers
in everything, in nothing.

They perish. They cannot be brought back.
The secret worlds are not regenerated.

And every time again and again
I make my lament against destruction.
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