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Slow Dance - PLEASE READ!!!!! This will touch your

> >>heartstrings..

> >>.

> >>

> >>This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York

> >>Hospital.

> >>

> >>

> >>It was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the

> >>closing

> >>

> >>statement AFTER THE POEM.

> >>

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> >>SLOW DANCE

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Have you ever watched kids

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>On a merry-go-round?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Or listened to the rain

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Slapping on the ground?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>You better slow down.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Don't dance so fast.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Time is short.

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> >>

> >>

> >>The music won't last.

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> >>

> >>Do you run through each day

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>On the fly?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>When you ask How are you?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Do you hear the reply?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>When the day is done

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Do you lie in your bed

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>With the next hundred chores

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Running through your head?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>You'd better slow down

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Don't dance so fast.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Time is short.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>The music won't last.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Ever told your child,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>We'll do it tomorrow?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>And in your haste,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Not see his sorrow?

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Ever lost touch,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Let a good friendship die

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Cause you never had time

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>To call and say, " hi "

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>You'd better slow down.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Don't dance so fast.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Time is short.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>The music won't last.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>When you run so fast to get somewhere

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>You miss half the fun of getting there.

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> >>

> >>

> >>When you worry and hurry through your day,

> >>

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> >>

> >>It is like an unopened gift....

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Thrown away.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Life is not a race.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Do take it slower

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> >>

> >>

> >>Hear the music

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Before the song is over.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>PLEASE FORWARD THIS TO HELP THIS LITTLE GIRL.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>ALL FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Dear All:

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>PLEASE pass this mail on to everybody you know.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>It is the request of a special little girl who

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>will soon leave this world as she has cancer.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Please send this to everyone you know or don't know.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>This little girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>She wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>their life to the fullest, since she never will.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>school, or get married and have a family of her own.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>By you sending this to as many people as possible,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>you can give her and her family a little hope,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>because with every name that this is sent to,

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>The American Cancer Society

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>send it to at least 5 or 6.

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Just think it could be you one day. It's not even

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>your money, just your time!

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>1300 Park Avenue

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>Bronx, New York 10461

> >

> >

> >Barbara J. DuClos

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" Welcome to Holland "

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability

- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand

it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this:

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip -

to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The

Coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some

handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags

and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in

and says, " Welcome to Holland. "

" Holland?!? " you say. " What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm

supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. "

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and

there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting,

filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different

place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new

language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have

met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than

Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you

look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and

Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all

bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your

life, you will say " Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had

planned. " And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because

the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.

But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy,

you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ...

about Holland.

- Pearl Kingsley

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Ironically, my 8 year old son with autism was born in

Leiderdorp. It is a beautiful place.

All the best,

Jill

--- kavita mallik <kavita_d_mallik@...> wrote:

> " Welcome to Holland "

>

> I am often asked to describe the experience of

> raising a child with a disability - to try to help

> people who have not shared that unique experience to

> understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's

> like this:

> When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning

> a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch

> of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The

> Coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in

> Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.

> It's all very exciting.

>

> After months of eager anticipation, the day finally

> arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several

> hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes

> in and says, " Welcome to Holland. "

>

> " Holland?!? " you say. " What do you mean Holland?? I

> signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.

> All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. "

>

> But there's been a change in the flight plan.

> They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

>

> The important thing is that they haven't taken you

> to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of

> pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a

> different place.

>

> So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you

> must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a

> whole new group of people you would never have met.

>

> It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than

> Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been

> there for a while and you catch your breath, you

> look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland

> has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland

> even has Rembrandts.

>

> But everyone you know is busy coming and going from

> Italy... and they're all bragging about what a

> wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of

> your life, you will say " Yes, that's where I was

> supposed to go. That's what I had planned. " And the

> pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...

> because the loss of that dream is a very, very

> significant loss.

>

> But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that

> you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to

> enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ...

> about Holland.

>

> - Pearl Kingsley

>

>

>

>

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Great analogy, the only thing is it can take years or even decades to process

the loss of Italy, then acknowledge your in Holland, then start to see the

blessing in Holland, then accept there may actually be beauty in Holland, then,

if your lucky, be thankful your path led you to Holland instead of Italy. I hate

to be the pessimist, but I sure miss Italy even with Holland being beautiful.

>From: Jill Boyer <sjillboyer@...>

>Date: 2007/08/12 Sun PM 04:25:25 CDT

>

>Subject: Re: Poem

>

>Ironically, my 8 year old son with autism was born in

>Leiderdorp. It is a beautiful place.

>

>All the best,

>

>Jill

>--- kavita mallik <kavita_d_mallik@...> wrote:

>

>> " Welcome to Holland "

>>

>> I am often asked to describe the experience of

>> raising a child with a disability - to try to help

>> people who have not shared that unique experience to

>> understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's

>> like this:

>> When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning

>> a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch

>> of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The

>> Coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in

>> Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.

>> It's all very exciting.

>>

>> After months of eager anticipation, the day finally

>> arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several

>> hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes

>> in and says, " Welcome to Holland. "

>>

>> " Holland?!? " you say. " What do you mean Holland?? I

>> signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.

>> All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. "

>>

>> But there's been a change in the flight plan.

>> They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

>>

>> The important thing is that they haven't taken you

>> to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of

>> pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a

>> different place.

>>

>> So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you

>> must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a

>> whole new group of people you would never have met.

>>

>> It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than

>> Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been

>> there for a while and you catch your breath, you

>> look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland

>> has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland

>> even has Rembrandts.

>>

>> But everyone you know is busy coming and going from

>> Italy... and they're all bragging about what a

>> wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of

>> your life, you will say " Yes, that's where I was

>> supposed to go. That's what I had planned. " And the

>> pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...

>> because the loss of that dream is a very, very

>> significant loss.

>>

>> But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that

>> you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to

>> enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ...

>> about Holland.

>>

>> - Pearl Kingsley

>>

>>

>>

>>

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Poems with sentiment in coping and coming around to

appreciating misdirected paths stir up a lot of

different feelings, ya know? It seems to me that the

majority of us respond with a hint of rage (like " I'll

fight to the death to get to Italy " lol). So I tend

not to touch on them much.

What I am most honest about - for the sake of the

other people I know have felt like me - are how very

bad and often ugly my feelings were re autism. Boy

was I pissed, and I felt like there was no way I could

endure this life, no way I was equipped to handle it.

I didn't even initiate parenthood with any level of

certainty that I was going to be equipped for it! My

childhood and early adult history was so that I

couldn't fathom having " neurotypical children " in the

first place, so I started out scared ****less. And

EVEN then, little did I know. I will always have to

be honest to other moms suffering difficult parenting

experiences that I began this route with a great deal

of very very undescribably bad feelings. I am one of

the fortunate ones who are not seeing the full horror

of my expectations realized, as my child has certainly

improved significantly, and even then, I wait for the

other shoe to drop when puberty hits and he begins to

suffer the teenage years the way I did.

God willing, maybe help will be around the corner and

it won't be as terrible for him as it was for me. God

willing, maybe I'll be able to help him through it

with a better understanding than was given me.

Now that my son is 8 (and 6), looking back at the

terror and desperation I felt when he was 2, I can see

that I have come a very very long way. I have been

absolutely forced out of necessity to cope and

understand aspects of my life that needed changing

before I could function as at minimal expectations.

It was die or find a way to live. Without this level

of suffering and having to find a way to deal with it,

I may never have undergone some of the changes I'm

experiencing these days that I believe will give me a

much richer life in the future.

But I can't say that if every day was still like it

was when he was 1 - 4 years old, that I could say

that. I really don't know. I'm not in those shoes

right now.

I think the most important wish I have for all of us

families - the one thing I want to offer anyone

suffering like we do - is the gift of hope.

Love you all-

--- and Sal Juarez <jamieandsal@...>

wrote:

> Great analogy, the only thing is it can take years

> or even decades to process the loss of Italy, then

> acknowledge your in Holland, then start to see the

> blessing in Holland, then accept there may actually

> be beauty in Holland, then, if your lucky, be

> thankful your path led you to Holland instead of

> Italy. I hate to be the pessimist, but I sure miss

> Italy even with Holland being beautiful.

>

>

> >From: Jill Boyer <sjillboyer@...>

> >Date: 2007/08/12 Sun PM 04:25:25 CDT

> >

> >Subject: Re: Poem

>

> >

> >Ironically, my 8 year old son with autism was born

> in

> >Leiderdorp. It is a beautiful place.

> >

> >All the best,

> >

> >Jill

> >--- kavita mallik <kavita_d_mallik@...>

> wrote:

> >

> >> " Welcome to Holland "

> >>

> >> I am often asked to describe the experience of

> >> raising a child with a disability - to try to

> help

> >> people who have not shared that unique experience

> to

> >> understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's

> >> like this:

> >> When you're going to have a baby, it's like

> planning

> >> a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a

> bunch

> >> of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The

> >> Coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in

> >> Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in

> Italian.

> >> It's all very exciting.

> >>

> >> After months of eager anticipation, the day

> finally

> >> arrives. You pack your bags and off you go.

> Several

> >> hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess

> comes

> >> in and says, " Welcome to Holland. "

> >>

> >> " Holland?!? " you say. " What do you mean Holland??

> I

> >> signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.

> >> All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. "

> >>

> >> But there's been a change in the flight plan.

> >> They've landed in Holland and there you must

> stay.

> >>

> >> The important thing is that they haven't taken

> you

> >> to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of

> >> pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a

> >> different place.

> >>

> >> So you must go out and buy new guide books. And

> you

> >> must learn a whole new language. And you will

> meet a

> >> whole new group of people you would never have

> met.

> >>

> >> It's just a different place. It's slower-paced

> than

> >> Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've

> been

> >> there for a while and you catch your breath, you

> >> look around.... and you begin to notice that

> Holland

> >> has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland

> >> even has Rembrandts.

> >>

> >> But everyone you know is busy coming and going

> from

> >> Italy... and they're all bragging about what a

> >> wonderful time they had there. And for the rest

> of

> >> your life, you will say " Yes, that's where I was

> >> supposed to go. That's what I had planned. " And

> the

> >> pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go

> away...

> >> because the loss of that dream is a very, very

> >> significant loss.

> >>

> >> But... if you spend your life mourning the fact

> that

> >> you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to

> >> enjoy the very special, the very lovely things

> ...

> >> about Holland.

> >>

> >> - Pearl Kingsley

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>

>

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Many years ago, was in a OT with a few autistic children about

7-8. Two of them spend the 1.5 hour runing, around and screaming.

The finially stopped when they really tired. They lay on floor outof

breath.

One of them had a 5 year old sister, she try to talk to his elder

brother, and make him feel better, he was lying there, catching his

breath, and stir into blank.

You look at their parents, you know they have to take care of their

son for reast fo their live. you look at the little girl, she will

have to take care of her brother rest of her life too.

I know you want to make you and others feel better about situation,

but autism is not a wrong destination at vacation. Even with HFA, or

asperger kids, after a very hard day in school, you hear him tell

you that you do not know how hard he had..., he just got bullied

again after many days, monthes, years. It is not a short vacation.

He want to be friend with some body, he does not know how, he want

to live like others, do thing others do, he can not, he is smart,

but can not achive as much as he can, This is not short vacation.

Take care,

Jin

> >

> >> " Welcome to Holland "

> >>

> >> I am often asked to describe the experience of

> >> raising a child with a disability - to try to help

> >> people who have not shared that unique experience to

> >> understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's

> >> like this:

> >> When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning

> >> a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch

> >> of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The

> >> Coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in

> >> Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.

> >> It's all very exciting.

> >>

> >> After months of eager anticipation, the day finally

> >> arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several

> >> hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes

> >> in and says, " Welcome to Holland. "

> >>

> >> " Holland?!? " you say. " What do you mean Holland?? I

> >> signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.

> >> All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. "

> >>

> >> But there's been a change in the flight plan.

> >> They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

> >>

> >> The important thing is that they haven't taken you

> >> to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of

> >> pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a

> >> different place.

> >>

> >> So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you

> >> must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a

> >> whole new group of people you would never have met.

> >>

> >> It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than

> >> Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been

> >> there for a while and you catch your breath, you

> >> look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland

> >> has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland

> >> even has Rembrandts.

> >>

> >> But everyone you know is busy coming and going from

> >> Italy... and they're all bragging about what a

> >> wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of

> >> your life, you will say " Yes, that's where I was

> >> supposed to go. That's what I had planned. " And the

> >> pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...

> >> because the loss of that dream is a very, very

> >> significant loss.

> >>

> >> But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that

> >> you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to

> >> enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ...

> >> about Holland.

> >>

> >> - Pearl Kingsley

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>

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Sorry didn't mean to offend anyone, it is no easy path but we can hope and learn

to enjoy some of landmarks on our difficult journey. rgds Kavita

Re: Poem

Many years ago, was in a OT with a few autistic children about

7-8. Two of them spend the 1.5 hour runing, around and screaming.

The finially stopped when they really tired. They lay on floor outof

breath.

One of them had a 5 year old sister, she try to talk to his elder

brother, and make him feel better, he was lying there, catching his

breath, and stir into blank.

You look at their parents, you know they have to take care of their

son for reast fo their live. you look at the little girl, she will

have to take care of her brother rest of her life too.

I know you want to make you and others feel better about situation,

but autism is not a wrong destination at vacation. Even with HFA, or

asperger kids, after a very hard day in school, you hear him tell

you that you do not know how hard he had..., he just got bullied

again after many days, monthes, years. It is not a short vacation.

He want to be friend with some body, he does not know how, he want

to live like others, do thing others do, he can not, he is smart,

but can not achive as much as he can, This is not short vacation.

Take care,

Jin

> >

> >> " Welcome to Holland "

> >>

> >> I am often asked to describe the experience of

> >> raising a child with a disability - to try to help

> >> people who have not shared that unique experience to

> >> understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's

> >> like this:

> >> When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning

> >> a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch

> >> of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The

> >> Coliseum. The Michelangelo . The gondolas in

> >> Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian.

> >> It's all very exciting.

> >>

> >> After months of eager anticipation, the day finally

> >> arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several

> >> hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes

> >> in and says, " Welcome to Holland. "

> >>

> >> " Holland?!? " you say. " What do you mean Holland?? I

> >> signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy.

> >> All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy. "

> >>

> >> But there's been a change in the flight plan.

> >> They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

> >>

> >> The important thing is that they haven't taken you

> >> to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of

> >> pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a

> >> different place.

> >>

> >> So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you

> >> must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a

> >> whole new group of people you would never have met.

> >>

> >> It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than

> >> Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been

> >> there for a while and you catch your breath, you

> >> look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland

> >> has windmills... .and Holland has tulips. Holland

> >> even has Rembrandts.

> >>

> >> But everyone you know is busy coming and going from

> >> Italy... and they're all bragging about what a

> >> wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of

> >> your life, you will say " Yes, that's where I was

> >> supposed to go. That's what I had planned. " And the

> >> pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...

> >> because the loss of that dream is a very, very

> >> significant loss.

> >>

> >> But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that

> >> you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to

> >> enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ...

> >> about Holland.

> >>

> >> - Pearl Kingsley

> >>

> >>

> >>

> >>

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> >> sell.

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> >>

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> >>

> >>

> >

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No, sweetie - don't worry. We do certainly tend to

get upset and rail back at the expression of

sentiments, though. I see it every time. Many of us

even get upset when someone is rejoicing how thrilled

someone is with a progress in a child, because the

pain they are feeling is so intense that seeing

hearing of 'it' happening for others but not for their

child is downright devastating. And of course these

people would never wish that a child wouldn't progress

.... it is quite simply excruciating to them where they

are at that time and what they anticipate for the

future.

I was furious once at my MIL for sending me a happy

happy poem about autism once - I just boiled, and when

she asked me if I liked it, I just about flipped out

on her - a side of me she had never seen before. It

was cathartic, though, began a long conversation that

brought us closer, and she stopped judging me for my

worries and instead just helped me by allowing me to

share feelings without trying to fix them for me.

But honestly, I think that is quite healthy for us -

to be able to be angry somewhere where we know many

others feel the same anger, frustration, etc. It's

not that easy to voice our despair with parents who

don't have the experience. If something posted brings

that out of us, it's not necessarily a bad thing and

doesn't mean you shouldn't post it. It can bring one

person hope, and the other people that it doesn't

touch can be touched by the fact that someone else

shares the painful angry feelings that they do, and

they don't feel so alone.

I do certainly have the goal to make peace in myself,

though, to have the ability to find spiritual comfort.

I've made tons of progress in that area! :) But

catch me at a hormonal time, and I just may go off.

lol.

I'll tell you - I celebrate things w/true joy that

many people would perhaps not notice. I take more

fascination in the miracle of human development and

the complexity of our bodies. Even as I seek answers,

I am amazed by the things I learn. (Not that I

wouldn't enjoy some blissful ignorance sometimes - but

still.)

Counting our blessings is critical to our health,

though. When I was ordered to start doing so, I

couldn't think of anything. I couldn't thank for

food, because I was too sick from anxiety to eat it.

I couldn't thank for shelter, because I would have

given anything I had to help my child. I struggled so

hard to find gratitude and couldn't, and when I

decided to just write the fact I was glad the sun came

up, I even argued that I wished it hadn't! But the

one thing I had inherent in me was the HOPE that there

was an answer, a possilibility for improvement,

something that if I just kept searching for it- could

help. So I just counted blessings that at least I

must have optimism if I have worked so hard to look

for answers.

I'm still in for some heartache. I do finally see

some rewards and some joys that I didn't expect, too.

And dear God - what if they actually find a

solution??!!

--- kavita mallik <kavita_d_mallik@...> wrote:

> Sorry didn't mean to offend anyone, it is no easy

> path but we can hope and learn to enjoy some of

> landmarks on our difficult journey. rgds Kavita

>

>

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WHAT A WISE WOMAN YOU ARE :-)

<thecolemans4@...> wrote: No, sweetie - don't

worry. We do certainly tend to

get upset and rail back at the expression of

sentiments, though. I see it every time. Many of us

even get upset when someone is rejoicing how thrilled

someone is with a progress in a child, because the

pain they are feeling is so intense that seeing

hearing of 'it' happening for others but not for their

child is downright devastating. And of course these

people would never wish that a child wouldn't progress

.... it is quite simply excruciating to them where they

are at that time and what they anticipate for the

future.

I was furious once at my MIL for sending me a happy

happy poem about autism once - I just boiled, and when

she asked me if I liked it, I just about flipped out

on her - a side of me she had never seen before. It

was cathartic, though, began a long conversation that

brought us closer, and she stopped judging me for my

worries and instead just helped me by allowing me to

share feelings without trying to fix them for me.

But honestly, I think that is quite healthy for us -

to be able to be angry somewhere where we know many

others feel the same anger, frustration, etc. It's

not that easy to voice our despair with parents who

don't have the experience. If something posted brings

that out of us, it's not necessarily a bad thing and

doesn't mean you shouldn't post it. It can bring one

person hope, and the other people that it doesn't

touch can be touched by the fact that someone else

shares the painful angry feelings that they do, and

they don't feel so alone.

I do certainly have the goal to make peace in myself,

though, to have the ability to find spiritual comfort.

I've made tons of progress in that area! :) But

catch me at a hormonal time, and I just may go off.

lol.

I'll tell you - I celebrate things w/true joy that

many people would perhaps not notice. I take more

fascination in the miracle of human development and

the complexity of our bodies. Even as I seek answers,

I am amazed by the things I learn. (Not that I

wouldn't enjoy some blissful ignorance sometimes - but

still.)

Counting our blessings is critical to our health,

though. When I was ordered to start doing so, I

couldn't think of anything. I couldn't thank for

food, because I was too sick from anxiety to eat it.

I couldn't thank for shelter, because I would have

given anything I had to help my child. I struggled so

hard to find gratitude and couldn't, and when I

decided to just write the fact I was glad the sun came

up, I even argued that I wished it hadn't! But the

one thing I had inherent in me was the HOPE that there

was an answer, a possilibility for improvement,

something that if I just kept searching for it- could

help. So I just counted blessings that at least I

must have optimism if I have worked so hard to look

for answers.

I'm still in for some heartache. I do finally see

some rewards and some joys that I didn't expect, too.

And dear God - what if they actually find a

solution??!!

--- kavita mallik <kavita_d_mallik@...> wrote:

> Sorry didn't mean to offend anyone, it is no easy

> path but we can hope and learn to enjoy some of

> landmarks on our difficult journey. rgds Kavita

>

>

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Hi group, Lottie said I should pass this on, it is to celebrate my son in law's

father's 90th birthday this week!

a ( Bobby ) Doyle, dob 12/17/29

DX 5/1995

Interferon 9 weeks/Hydroxyurea 5 years

02/2000 to 06/2002 Gleevec trial, OHSU

06/2002 Gleevec/Trisenox Trial, OHSU

06/2003 Gleevec/Zarnestra Trial, OHSU

04/2004 Sprycel Trial, MDACC, CCR in 10 months

04/2008 XL228 Trial, U of Mich.

01/2009 PCR 5.69

04/2009 Ariad Trial AP24534

09/2009 PCR 0.01

11/2009 PCR 0.034

02/2010 PCRU

#840 Zavie's Zero Club

From: Lottie Duthu <lotajam@...>

Subject: Re: poem

" ROBERTA DOYLE " <rcd1929@...>

Date: Friday, October 29, 2010, 3:29 PM

THAT IS HILLARIOUS send it to the group,

Bobby

----- Original Message -----

From:

ROBERTA

DOYLE

Lottie Duthu ; Bobby

Doyle

Sent: Friday, October 29, 2010 2:23

PM

A poem for  Mickey's 90 yr. old Dad:

REMEMBER

WHEN A BEER OR TWO TOOK CARE OF ALL OUR WOES?

TODAY WE HAVE TO TAKE A

PILL, FOR OUR HEAD, OUR BUTT, OUR TOES

WE EVEN HAVE TO TAKE A

PILL TO REMEMBER TO TAKE THE PILL

DON'T YOU WONDER HOW THESE PILLS,

KNOW HOW TO CURE OUR ILLS?

AND WHEN YOU HAVE TO TAKE SO MANY, HOW

DO THEY REALLY KNOW

WHICH ONE IS FOR THE HEAD, AND WHICH ONE IS FOR

THE TOES?

SOMEWHERE DOWN INSIDE OUR GUT, IS THERE A TRAFFIC

COP

WHO TELLS THE WHITE ONE WHERE TO GO, AND THE PINK ON WHERE TO

STOP?

WHO GIVES THEM ALL DIRECTIONS, WHO KEEPS THEM IN THE

LOOP

WHICH ONE TAKES THE PAIN AWAY,WHICH ONE MAKES YOU

POOP?

AND DID YOU KNOW THERE IS A TINY PILL, IT'S NAME IS

" MARINOL "

IT'S MEDICAL MARIJUANA  BUT IN OHIO IT'S

ILLEGAL.

BUT I HEAR IT'S BETTER THAN ALL THE PILLS , IF YOU PUT

THEM ALTOGETHER,

YOUR ACHES AND PAINS WILL FLY AWAY, ON A MULTI

COLORED FEATHER.

DO NOT DESPAIR,IT'S NOT THE END, I HAVE A FRIEND

OR TWO

WITH A SMILE AND A BUCK OR TWO, I'LL GET A " JOINT " FOR

YOU.........

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Bobby, I'm glad you posted the poem. This man must have always been the life

of the party, and he still sounds like he can still raise a glass or two. He

[rpbably attended a few Irish wakes, also. LOL We went to my oldest son's last

night, also named Bobby (the one with TB & aspergillius). He hinted when I saw

him earlier this week that it was time for my clam chowder. He lost 60# and is

slowing gaining his strength back (if the disease doesn't kill you, the medicine

will).

Last night I saw him eat 3 servings of clam chowder. I also made the fixin's

for egg rolls and Jimmy bought the wraps and sat there and made about 50. We

all ate our fill and the rest he put in vacuum bags so they could munch whenever

they wanted. My DIL brought out her best wine in the prettiest bottle and we

all tipped our glasses and enjoyed out meal together. Nothing better than a

good German white wine for me.

Hail to Mickey's dad and bless Mickey with all his health problems and to you

for keeping us laughing. We don't have to go to an Irish wake, Bobby always has

something funny to say and that is how she looks at life and that is the way it

is with her when she has said something. LOL

Carpe Diem,

Lottie

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Thanks Lottie for the nice words.  I went to the 90th party for Mr, Zemba,

who's name is Mike.  There were 70 invitations sent out, and I believe they all

came!  Mike has a sweet tooth, so they took him to lunch first, then had a

dessert party for him.  A bakery could not have had more carb filled goodies

then were on those tables.  I did not stay for all the goodies or the gift

opening, or the reading of the poem, had to get home and put a chicken in for

dinner.  But it was a gala event, and I guess after 90 years you deserve a

celebration, especially with a huge family.  Bobby

a ( Bobby ) Doyle, dob 12/17/29

DX 5/1995

Interferon 9 weeks/Hydroxyurea 5 years

02/2000 to 06/2002 Gleevec trial, OHSU

06/2002 Gleevec/Trisenox Trial, OHSU

06/2003 Gleevec/Zarnestra Trial, OHSU

04/2004 Sprycel Trial, MDACC, CCR in 10 months

04/2008 XL228 Trial, U of Mich.

01/2009 PCR 5.69

04/2009 Ariad Trial AP24534

09/2009 PCR 0.01

11/2009 PCR 0.034

02/2010 PCRU

#840 Zavie's Zero Club

From: Lottie Duthu <lotajam@...>

Subject: [ ] Poem

" CML " < >

Date: Saturday, October 30, 2010, 8:20 PM

 

Bobby, I'm glad you posted the poem. This man must have always been the

life

of the party, and he still sounds like he can still raise a glass or two. He

[rpbably attended a few Irish wakes, also. LOL We went to my oldest son's last

night, also named Bobby (the one with TB & aspergillius). He hinted when I saw

him earlier this week that it was time for my clam chowder. He lost 60# and is

slowing gaining his strength back (if the disease doesn't kill you, the medicine

will).

Last night I saw him eat 3 servings of clam chowder. I also made the fixin's

for egg rolls and Jimmy bought the wraps and sat there and made about 50. We

all ate our fill and the rest he put in vacuum bags so they could munch whenever

they wanted. My DIL brought out her best wine in the prettiest bottle and we

all tipped our glasses and enjoyed out meal together. Nothing better than a

good German white wine for me.

Hail to Mickey's dad and bless Mickey with all his health problems and to you

for keeping us laughing. We don't have to go to an Irish wake, Bobby always has

something funny to say and that is how she looks at life and that is the way it

is with her when she has said something. LOL

Carpe Diem,

Lottie

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