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| The following poem was reportedly
written by a 15 girl in America with terminal cancer,
please take the time to read it carefully: 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. The music won't last.
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
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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.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there
When you worry and hurry through your day
It is like an unopened gift . Thrown away...
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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| The second anniversary of my operation has
been and gone, and life is still the same,
Margaret and I returned from a two week holiday in
Majorca in July feeling completely worn
out, what a nice place but it was too hot for me,
Margaret loved it she is a sun worshipper, it wasn't
what we expected it to be like, she said that Turkey is
still the
place for holidays from now on [and it's so cheap]
I still go to clinic once every 2 months for a visual and
physical check-up, as they couldn't find the Primary
tumour, it's a case of wait and see if it returns, I
also have a camera down my nose to check behind my nose
and down my throat, I go to a different hospital for
that check-up every 3 months, the primary tumour could
be as small as a pin head and they might never find it,
that's me on the left of the picture with my sister
Carol, my brother Ken and Carol's grandaughter Emma. |
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| As you can see Margaret and myself are
really enjoying our holiday in Marmaris Turkey 2002, Margaret was
right when she said it's the best holiday we've had, we
have been to Cyprus, Mexico and Majorca, but Turkey beats them
all. I only hope we get the opportunity to return,
Margaret would like to go again in September as people
say that is the end of the tourist season and everything
is reduced further in price, I have never seen a cheaper
place to buy clothes although copies they are very good
copies
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| This is Connor my grandson who
was 3
in September, he is one of the reasons I am coping so well with
life, I didn't realize how tiring children were, he has
me worn out by the time he goes home but I wouldn't
change a thing, his favourite word is GRANDAD, while
Margaret [my wife] and I were on holiday last year he
kept shouting GRANDAD & NAN-NAN, his mum had to give
him a photo of us to take to bed with him, when a plane
was going overhead his dad said grandad & nan-nan on
it, every plane that went by he was pointing and
shouting GRANDAD. He never stops, he's on the go all the
time [where do they get the energy from], I only wish I
was a bit younger so I could keep up with him, even
Margaret is feeling the strain. |
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| I must mention my late Mum and
Dad who did a good job of raising the 3 of us.
Dad was in the Armed
Forces for most of his life, and Mum worked most of her
life as well to give us the best they could, we are
still a close family despite my sister Carol
living in Wilmington, Kent, my brother Ken living
in Rhyl North Wales, and me living in Middlesbrough,
Teesside, we talk every week on the phone and try to see
each other as often as possible.
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I would like to
thank everyone who has helped me through this traumatic time
Thank you all and God bless you all
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