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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 8:55:24 GMT -5
Still waiting for the irresistable technological onslaught promised which would make every poster crawl back to scout like lemmings and beg him for forgiveness. I haven't been posting here much because I have been preoccupied with a very ill friend. But I have been on here just about every day for a short time. I haven't looked at JI/Scout in a while but when I did, it was dead. Kind of sad what happened to that board. But I have seen it before, People think because a board has a lot of members signed on, doesn't mean they have maintained that membership. Most "members" are on for a very short time and disappear. For example, I was a member of gangreeen before JI. Yet I have about 15 posts. And I am a member of JI/Scout and since the switch-over, I probably have about 15 posts. For a switch like that to work well, it probably could have been timed better and feelers put out to certain posters to make sure they would come along for the ride. Ultimately, it's not about the board name but the people who make it enjoyable. I think it's a good idea to recruit a few of the good posters, like KRL and others. And what the fuck happened to :usedtobeacop: I'm going to have to send him a text and see what's up.
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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 8:56:38 GMT -5
MaineJet belongs in a mental institution. mental institution... phail strip... what's the difference?
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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 27, 2015 9:02:58 GMT -5
Still waiting for the irresistable technological onslaught promised which would make every poster crawl back to scout like lemmings and beg him for forgiveness. I haven't been posting here much because I have been preoccupied with a very ill friend. But I have been on here just about every day for a short time. I haven't looked at JI/Scout in a while but when I did, it was dead. Kind of sad what happened to that board. But I have seen it before, People think because a board has a lot of members signed on, doesn't mean they have maintained that membership. Most "members" are on for a very short time and disappear. For example, I was a member of gangreeen before JI. Yet I have about 15 posts. And I am a member of JI/Scout and since the switch-over, I probably have about 15 posts. For a switch like that to work well, it probably could have been timed better and feelers put out to certain posters to make sure they would come along for the ride. Ultimately, it's not about the board name but the people who make it enjoyable. I think it's a good idea to recruit a few of the good posters, like KRL and others. And what the fuck happened to :usedtobeacop: I'm going to have to send him a text and see what's up. We've all reached out to 32green (me, Jetworks, Fish...), he's coming. He's delaying as much as possible signing up cuz he knows he'll be sucked in and waste his "valuable" time. I miss Timmy too, though I doubt anyone has a clue how to contact him. Sorry about your friend (I'm guessing it's the same one you told us about at Hampurcon).
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Post by Ff2 on Feb 27, 2015 9:17:09 GMT -5
I haven't been posting here much because I have been preoccupied with a very ill friend. But I have been on here just about every day for a short time. I haven't looked at JI/Scout in a while but when I did, it was dead. Kind of sad what happened to that board. But I have seen it before, People think because a board has a lot of members signed on, doesn't mean they have maintained that membership. Most "members" are on for a very short time and disappear. For example, I was a member of gangreeen before JI. Yet I have about 15 posts. And I am a member of JI/Scout and since the switch-over, I probably have about 15 posts. For a switch like that to work well, it probably could have been timed better and feelers put out to certain posters to make sure they would come along for the ride. Ultimately, it's not about the board name but the people who make it enjoyable. I think it's a good idea to recruit a few of the good posters, like KRL and others. And what the fuck happened to :usedtobeacop: I'm going to have to send him a text and see what's up. He's delaying as much as possible signing up cuz he knows he'll be sucked in and waste his "valuable" time. Thanks for today's laugh. he's probably wicked close to curing cancer.
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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 9:43:05 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could.
He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers.
The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again.
Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better.
Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young.
Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 9:49:38 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. Your a good friend cr You're a good friend crossfire, make sure every time you leave he sees your smile.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 9:51:32 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. Sorry man, that sucks. I'm the same age, I don't feel old at all, this shit shouldn't be happening.
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Post by greenandwhiteheart on Feb 27, 2015 9:52:28 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. I'm so sorry man. I know how it feels to lose a friend. Just be strong for him.
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Post by Harrier on Feb 27, 2015 9:53:17 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. That was tough to read, life really is to short. I wish all the best to him, you and his family, it's hard for the ones left behind. Chin up dude.
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Post by frostlich on Feb 27, 2015 9:56:47 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. Man Cross. Thats pretty heavy duty. You're a good sort and I'm sure he appreciates your friendship in these toughest of times.
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Post by LoneStarLady on Feb 27, 2015 10:00:00 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. I'm so sorry all this, cross, and I know how tiring it must be for you to drive all that way so often. I'm also sure that your friend appreciates it. You've been a wonderful friend to him and you'll always have the good memories. But you're right, it does suck big time, and my thoughts are with you and your friend. Oh, and your last statement cannot be repeated often enough.
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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 27, 2015 10:06:12 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. Man Cross. Thats pretty heavy duty. You're a good sort and I'm sure he appreciates your friendship in these toughest of times. +1
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Post by Jetworks on Feb 27, 2015 10:17:56 GMT -5
Didn't Ballbather say he could pull out of the deal at any time? Could he ever fire JI back up and would most of you go back? Don't remember him saying that, but the only thing that would make me go back would this place shutting down, and even that's not a guarantee. The whole thing left me with a very bitter taste in my mouth and seeing how things are playing out (and confirming what many of us said beforehand) only reinforces that feeling. Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. Awful. It's so good for him that you are around. So sad for you. I'm sitting here truly at a loss for words...
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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 10:18:58 GMT -5
"make sure every time you leave he sees your smile." Yeah, that's actually something I always try to do. I am close with the family and I told them something this week that my friend and I had kept a secret. When this happens, you can walk on eggshells and worry about doing the wrong thing. But I took the approach straight from a line in Shawshank Redemption... "Get busy living or get busy dying." And I sure as shit wasn't going to treat him like he was dying. I'm not sure what the doctors were telling him to do to take care of himself, but if you read the diagnosis for Gliomatosis Cerebri, you'll see that there was no hope for survival. Every time we went out, we lived it up. We ate like fucking pigs and we drank. His family knew he would go out for as beer but I was like, drink whatever you fucking want. Want a mixed drink? I'll have one too. Want shots? Fuck yeah... lets do it. On December 23rd, the last time we went out, we finished the night by having a shot of Ketel 1 and then a shot of Makers Mark. His name is Mark and he loves that shit. I know he loved going out with me because I refused to treat him like he was sick. I set the ground rules early. If you want to talk about it, we will. If you don't bring it up, I might but I probably won't. We're just going to go out and live it up. When I fessed up about it to his family, they all smiled. They knew that he was a brother to me and that I had treated him in a way that they often could not. They were always worried about him dying. I was always worried about him not living. I just shared this with his sister 2 days ago. This is the very end of a letter he wrote to me that told me about the diagnosis he had just gotten. I can't share the whole letter out of respect to him but these words he wrote to me are just awesome... "We all are traveling in the same direction so: be happy, try hard to listen to others, try to get others to love you, trust in God, live for tomorrow but be prepared to leave today. It has been an honor to be here with you."
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Post by Raoul Duke on Feb 27, 2015 10:42:34 GMT -5
"make sure every time you leave he sees your smile." Yeah, that's actually something I always try to do. I am close with the family and I told them something this week that my friend and I had kept a secret. When this happens, you can walk on eggshells and worry about doing the wrong thing. But I took the approach straight from a line in Shawshank Redemption... "Get busy living or get busy dying." And I sure as shit wasn't going to treat him like he was dying. I'm not sure what the doctors were telling him to do to take care of himself, but if you read the diagnosis for Gliomatosis Cerebri, you'll see that there was no hope for survival. Every time we went out, we lived it up. We ate like fucking pigs and we drank. His family knew he would go out for as beer but I was like, drink whatever you fucking want. Want a mixed drink? I'll have one too. Want shots? Fuck yeah... lets do it. On December 23rd, the last time we went out, we finished the night by having a shot of Ketel 1 and then a shot of Makers Mark. His name is Mark and he loves that shit. I know he loved going out with me because I refused to treat him like he was sick. I set the ground rules early. If you want to talk about it, we will. If you don't bring it up, I might but I probably won't. We're just going to go out and live it up. When I fessed up about it to his family, they all smiled. They knew that he was a brother to me and that I had treated him in a way that they often could not. They were always worried about him dying. I was always worried about him not living. I just shared this with his sister 2 days ago. This is the very end of a letter he wrote to me that told me about the diagnosis he had just gotten. I can't share the whole letter out of respect to him but these words he wrote to me are just awesome... "We all are traveling in the same direction so: be happy, try hard to listen to others, try to get others to love you, trust in God, live for tomorrow but be prepared to leave today. It has been an honor to be here with you." Thanks for making me tear up at work .. I have no words bro..He's lucky to have you and I find awesome the way you've been treating him.
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