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I hope you all will excuse me for this long post. This has not been a great week and I am loaded up with sad emotions and frustration. Please forgive me for unloading here to all of you.

Do you know what a gift life truly is ? Do you take everyday for granted ? Do you spend your time stressing, worrying and bitching over trivial stuff ?

We all fall into that grind now and then but this week has once again shown me how dang lucky I truly am. Yes, this battle with this cancer has been a 12 year ordeal filled with constant pain, sickness and ongoing chemo regimens. But I am sometimes reminded ( in sad ways ) just how dang lucky I am to still be among the living.

Last Sunday was gorgeous so my buddy jumped on his HD and headed out with another friend for a sunny afternoon cruise. While sitting at a light a 29 year old woman with a 10 month old baby in the car turned to mess with her baby and ran over both of them. Jeff, my buddy, was hit from behind and took the majority of the impact. It snapped his head forward and back and severed his brain stem in the process. Today they harvested his organs and took him off life support and he has passed away. He was a brilliant Dentist, a great friend and an awesome person and leaves behind 4 girls and a wife. Here today and gone tomorrow all from a senseless tragedy.

Tonight I was informed that another friend, who just had a baby a few months ago is making funeral plans for her baby. The child was born with a deformed heart and there is nothing left they can do for her. They have given her a few days to live. Sarah is devastated as is her 3 other young girls.

Today I had an appointment with my Oncologist and while in the waiting room I looked around and seen people that I know wont be here in a few months. Their hard fought battles are coming to an end and life will end for them. Yet there they sit, some smiling and none of them complaining about the bad set of circumstances they are under.

If you feel you have something to bitch about then consider these people. Think you have been dealt a bad card in life ? Think again. Look around you and you will find shinning examples of just how short and rotten life can be.

End of my lecture. May God hold these families close while their hearts heal from the sudden and tragic losses.

Chris
 

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Well said, Chris!! I DO KNOW from whence you come! EVERY DAY that I can wake up and put my feet on the ground is a good day!!! Take NOTHING for granted, and enjoy each day as if it's your last!

Sing like no one's listening, dance like no one's watching, love like you've never been hurt...!!!
 

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Short, yes. Rotten, no. If it was, none of us would want to be here so badly. We would consider the dead the lucky ones.

I have things that amuse me, I do activities that bring fulfillment, but it's only people who can bring joy into life. Remember the joy the people in your life bring you and the joy the dead have brought you, and what you may have returned to them.

I'm very sorry your friend didn't make it, the whole situation is heartbreaking.
 

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Chris, I am so sorry for the loss of your friend. I just lost a good friend last weekend to a senseless traffic accident as well. I feel like the only thing that we can do is, as you pointed out, keep a good attitude. I have been reminded time and again throughout my life that I have it pretty darned good. Just when I start to feel like I have license to gripe, God places something or someone in my path that snaps my thinking back. Thanks for sharing.
 

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Chris,

At the tender age of 16 I was in my new to me car. This was a first because before then i had been riding a bike. (Kaw KE100) I was driving home from school when a drunk went through a stop sign and T-Boned me. I woke up in Mass. General three days later and was informed I would be lucky if I could scratch my nose. 182 days later I walked out of the hospital under my own power.

When I had regained my strength I went to work on the trawlers.

At the age of 18 I was engaged to be married to a young woman. Mikki, (Mikhaila) stood six feet tall and had red hair that would make Loki Jealous. When she walked down the street traffic stopped so men and women could take another look. Intelligent and incredibly sexy she was also down to earth. She died in a bus bombing when she returned to her home country to visit her family. This was in 1984. I finished my contract with the U.S. Government and returned to the U.S. in 1987.

In 1989 I started working for the city of Boston in E.M.S. I got to see the worst of everything a person could do to another.

In 1996 I was engaged to be married to a strawberry blond named Heather. Her parents didn't like me because I didn't knuckle under to them. Heather lived up to the hype of the redhead and ignored what they thought. We were married on July 4 1997. Unfortunately six months later she succumbed to the pressure from her family and left me. It took me two weeks to track her down and I was able with the help of the local police to talk with her. She came home with me. (Her brother tried to stop this and ended up in the E.R.)

In 1999 I started pissing blood and having back pains. After a series of X-Rays I was diagnosed with Nephrotic cancer. A death sentance. Three months later I went to visit a specialist in Boston who noticed that all of my X-Rays had been taken from either front or back. None from the side. The mass in my kidney was quickly determined to be a mass of scar tissue in the muscle behind my kidney. This was removed.

Since then I have moved to Florida and been homeless. (I lived in a tent and my van with my wife and a cat for several months.) I have worked my way out of debt and now own my own place.

If there is one thing I have learned through this is the enjoyment of every day. You never know when the ride will end.

Cat
 

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:shock: Wow...sorry about your loss Chris. Just goes to show you...ya never know. Me? I...live. I do what I want to do, say what I have to say and live just this side of the safety rail. I observe and watch people as they stumble through life under the pressure of the expectations of others and society. I am entertained by the useless anxieties and stress people put on themselves by the pressure of society. They spend their lives worried about how they look, act, how much $ they make, what they drive, their houses, what they eat, don't eat...they worry. Me? Not so much. :-D
 

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Chris

This seems to be a common theme at the beginning of 2011. I share your grief and pain.

Last Friday one of my best biker buddies and HSOCUK club member took his own life. I am absolutely gutted. When my FIL passed last year we knew it was coming and I spent part of his last day on this earth just sitting with him and holding his hand but I can't do that for my buddy.

He leaves a son, 21, who is having to shoulder the burden of dealing with the fallout. He has asked me if I will ride Snowy's VF750 Magna behind the hearse next Wednesday. I just don't have the words...... but of course, I will do it. An honour and a privilege.

A couple of days ago another friend in Belfast, Northern Ireland, was wiped out by a van and suffered multiple fractures to his leg. At least he is still alive and the doctors say he is damaged/repairable.

Sometimes it makes no sense, does it?

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Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid

Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears

Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me

Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun


Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone

When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground I’ll not be afraid

Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears

Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me

Never more shall I see the sun
For I fell to a Germans gun

Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Where before many more have gone
 

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My condolences, Chris - your words ring so true.

Seacat, I've been in similar situations to you and you have every right to be proud of your achievements.

We're all survivors here, one way or another. Let each day be memorable.
 
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