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2 times......this couple has fought the awfull dreaded word cancer and both times they came out a winner.
November 2002, I was diagnosed with the dreaded male prostate cancer......I fought the battle, thru prayer, wonderfull doctors, surgery twice, and with support from many,many friends I was victorious. Still, cancer free <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt="
"> all thru this long battle, I watched for the yellow butterfly, but it chose not to appear.....
May 2003, Lori, was diagnosed with 3rd stage very agressive lympnode and breast cancer. Treatments, were started immediately. the cancer was growing so fast, surgery was out, chmo treatments so severe, it would knock us both off our feet for 9 days and nights at a time.
15 weeks later, she had radical major surgery and 18 of the lympnodes removed along with other special tissues, were 3rd stage radical cancer and dust was everywhere in the chest cavity......she had surgery on her 46th birthday. Surgeon, was a very special female doctor and only gave us less than 50-50 chance of defeating this.
Many churches came to our aid along with hundreds and hundreds of friends,sending us the best of the best of smiles from the inner soul. Still, no sight of the yellow butterfly!
30 more doses of heavy chemo therapy, many sleepless nights and walking the floor during the day and it returned, with full vengeance....heavy, daily radiation was performed-daily, excluding sat and sun, for 60 days.....then another round of heavy chemo therapy, 15 more weeks.....it went from a year to a year and a half and then nearly two whole years
Thursday before "Good Friday", ok say a week ago thursday or maybe it was wednesday or a tooosday, for when you are fighting so hard, days of the week mean nothing. You, live for the next hour to come and go. You, smile inside as You get to see another sunrise. You, thank God for blissfull sleep as you lie down for the evenings. You, think of family and of your youth which was just yesterday.
Lori, had her port removed from her chest last week as the chemo doctor and her surgeon announced she won the battle and is cancer free. What, if it returns? says the surgeon as she removed the chemo-port! and Lori says, God, will be her next surgeon and doctor. We many,many times saw the grim reaper fixing to knock on our door. We sent him away dissapointed. We fought the battle and we won, again.
Our marriage in the last few months has strengthened, got solid as the cornerstone once again, we lean on each other and try not to remember those bad days. We both have made mistakes in our marriage. We, have our first grandchild due to arrive in August. We are once again, excited about life and anticipate the arrival of this young man, Hayden Hunter Voss.
Yesterday, right after daylight --I alone took a little trip up into the mountains and visited a very serine special place at a waterfall.
Then I came home--hooked up the trailer to the old ford truck and loaded the arctic-cat 4 wheeler, it was such a preety spring day, I wanted to spend it outside. I rode backroads america, country dirt roads, where one never hears a telephone, or other cars. Back to the future and remembering my youth.
I went to a very high hill, overlooking the vast forrest below, counted my blessings in short prayer to my man upstairs. Went to the creek bottoms and rode across the creek back and forth, seeing if I could get stuck. Why, I had a new winch I needed to try out. No mattrer what age a man is, there is still some kid left in him, only if he will allow it to surface.
I visited a old trapper's trail along side the creek and went to the bend,of the creek trying to get a glimpse of an old trapper, running his trap lines. the old beech tree where he once carved mine and his name into, has been long gone for years. A storm blew it into the creek one spring . The high bluffs were still there and I walked slowly along the old trapper's trail with a steady foot and a thunderous soul. Hearing the battle won far, far away.
As, I returned to the 4-wheeler to ready myself for departure from the forrests of my youth and return to the countryside---there, sitting on the start key was a butterfly.
It's wings was bellowing up and down, up and down--up and down. Adrenalin, and those creepy crawlers went to running up and down my spine, as I reached out with my right index finger and as if given a command to get on.....the butterfly flew to my index finger....
With a smile in my soul, I laid eyeball to eyeball with this yellow winged butterfly . As fast and mysterious as it appeared it left on wings of life's journeys flying like butterflies do, up, up and away, back and forth--flutter-flutter..
I stood there and watched as this butterfly dissapeared into the trees of the big creek bottoms. I knew I had to been standing close to the very spot where Eli had tricked the old racoon, many,many years before.
Straddling the 4-wheeler, I hit the starter and as I rode up the trail, there out in front of me in a small clearing left from timber harvestings, was the yellow winged butterfly going about it's daily life--flutter-flutter, far, far away and away -way- far and no body knows where but me.
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I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.</FONT>
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November 2002, I was diagnosed with the dreaded male prostate cancer......I fought the battle, thru prayer, wonderfull doctors, surgery twice, and with support from many,many friends I was victorious. Still, cancer free <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt="
"> all thru this long battle, I watched for the yellow butterfly, but it chose not to appear.....May 2003, Lori, was diagnosed with 3rd stage very agressive lympnode and breast cancer. Treatments, were started immediately. the cancer was growing so fast, surgery was out, chmo treatments so severe, it would knock us both off our feet for 9 days and nights at a time.
15 weeks later, she had radical major surgery and 18 of the lympnodes removed along with other special tissues, were 3rd stage radical cancer and dust was everywhere in the chest cavity......she had surgery on her 46th birthday. Surgeon, was a very special female doctor and only gave us less than 50-50 chance of defeating this.
Many churches came to our aid along with hundreds and hundreds of friends,sending us the best of the best of smiles from the inner soul. Still, no sight of the yellow butterfly!
30 more doses of heavy chemo therapy, many sleepless nights and walking the floor during the day and it returned, with full vengeance....heavy, daily radiation was performed-daily, excluding sat and sun, for 60 days.....then another round of heavy chemo therapy, 15 more weeks.....it went from a year to a year and a half and then nearly two whole years
Thursday before "Good Friday", ok say a week ago thursday or maybe it was wednesday or a tooosday, for when you are fighting so hard, days of the week mean nothing. You, live for the next hour to come and go. You, smile inside as You get to see another sunrise. You, thank God for blissfull sleep as you lie down for the evenings. You, think of family and of your youth which was just yesterday.
Lori, had her port removed from her chest last week as the chemo doctor and her surgeon announced she won the battle and is cancer free. What, if it returns? says the surgeon as she removed the chemo-port! and Lori says, God, will be her next surgeon and doctor. We many,many times saw the grim reaper fixing to knock on our door. We sent him away dissapointed. We fought the battle and we won, again.
Our marriage in the last few months has strengthened, got solid as the cornerstone once again, we lean on each other and try not to remember those bad days. We both have made mistakes in our marriage. We, have our first grandchild due to arrive in August. We are once again, excited about life and anticipate the arrival of this young man, Hayden Hunter Voss.
Yesterday, right after daylight --I alone took a little trip up into the mountains and visited a very serine special place at a waterfall.
Then I came home--hooked up the trailer to the old ford truck and loaded the arctic-cat 4 wheeler, it was such a preety spring day, I wanted to spend it outside. I rode backroads america, country dirt roads, where one never hears a telephone, or other cars. Back to the future and remembering my youth.
I went to a very high hill, overlooking the vast forrest below, counted my blessings in short prayer to my man upstairs. Went to the creek bottoms and rode across the creek back and forth, seeing if I could get stuck. Why, I had a new winch I needed to try out. No mattrer what age a man is, there is still some kid left in him, only if he will allow it to surface.
I visited a old trapper's trail along side the creek and went to the bend,of the creek trying to get a glimpse of an old trapper, running his trap lines. the old beech tree where he once carved mine and his name into, has been long gone for years. A storm blew it into the creek one spring . The high bluffs were still there and I walked slowly along the old trapper's trail with a steady foot and a thunderous soul. Hearing the battle won far, far away.
As, I returned to the 4-wheeler to ready myself for departure from the forrests of my youth and return to the countryside---there, sitting on the start key was a butterfly.
It's wings was bellowing up and down, up and down--up and down. Adrenalin, and those creepy crawlers went to running up and down my spine, as I reached out with my right index finger and as if given a command to get on.....the butterfly flew to my index finger....
With a smile in my soul, I laid eyeball to eyeball with this yellow winged butterfly . As fast and mysterious as it appeared it left on wings of life's journeys flying like butterflies do, up, up and away, back and forth--flutter-flutter..
I stood there and watched as this butterfly dissapeared into the trees of the big creek bottoms. I knew I had to been standing close to the very spot where Eli had tricked the old racoon, many,many years before.
Straddling the 4-wheeler, I hit the starter and as I rode up the trail, there out in front of me in a small clearing left from timber harvestings, was the yellow winged butterfly going about it's daily life--flutter-flutter, far, far away and away -way- far and no body knows where but me.
<FONT COLOR="#ff0000">
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.</FONT>
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