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 We are not 100% sure why but to date our daughter Chelsea has had a completely healthy semester and is nearing the end of another one!

 Some stress related issues got taken care of so that probably helped.

My wife helped a customer looking for a Probiotic in the store she works at. She's just a clerk and asked what they were all about. The guy told her and despite all the medicines that the doctor's had tried this seems to maybe have worked. She doesn't take it all of the time because it gives her a lot of gas, When she feels "it" coming on she takes them and they seem to quiet things down.

Thanks for everyone's prayers they might just have worked.

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I read the whole string and wondered if I should join.

If you "fools"are still doing this I am going to.

I have been fighting non-Hogdkins lymphoma for 3 1/2 yrs now.

While it is treatable it is not curable.But this old dumass just don't know or accept the sentance.I'm at the point in my journey thru this that I am not looking for support but am more than willing to try to help others with this

Maybe that is support for me I don't know,either way I'll join if you'll have me.

Andy

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Hey Andy / acmaul sorry for the belated reply. as WII said welcome.

I like others is probably somewhat speechless Your post is a courageous inspiration to all.

Keep up the fight.

Best of luck

FFI - AKA Matt Crum

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Thanx guys,I have tried since this started to do maintian a positive attitude and not let this get me down.To steal one of my favorite quotes,"It's time to get busy livin or get busy dying"I choose to do as much livin as is possible 8-)

Andy

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Just to give you guys another view of why someone can "lose his way" in the game of bass fishing, I thought maybe it was time to tell you my story, and the story of my partner Mike.

Mike and I first met back 40 years ago in high school.  I was a sophomore when he came in as a freshman from the local Catholic school.  Our mutual enjoyment of fishing cemented a friendship that lasted for a very long time.  Even though our paths separated during the time we were both serving in the military, things seemed to pick right back up after our five year hiatus.  

Each year found us chasing trout in the spring, bass and walleyes during the summer and fall, and then right out onto the ice after bluegills and pike each winter.

It was Mike who first came up with the idea about joining a bass fishing club.  He had a few of his friends from work how belonged to a club, and he enjoyed the challenge that tournament fishing gave him.  I guess it was only natural that I would follow in his wake.  There were times when we fished against each other, and other times when we fished as a team.  But regardless, we always had fishing in common.  After 17 years of crazed bass fishing, that all started to change back in 2001.  

That was the year he learned that he had contracted ALS, what you may know as Lou Gherig's Disease.  At first, it didn't change the drive that either one of us had for the sport.  As a matter of fact, it never did diminish Mike's enjoyment of the sport, even when his body couldn't take it anymore.  I couldn't tell you how many times he told me that his mind was still going 100mph, but the speed his body was going always got slower.

This disease attacks in a slow but relentless way.  For the first year or so, Mike was still able to fish basically like he always had, and we even continued to fish in a few tournaments.  But some days, he just couldn't make it for the whole day.  Then he progressed to that stage where a life jacket had to be worn all of the time.  His balance was going along with his leg muscles, and the only safe way to be on the water was sitting down in a chair.

That winter, he stopped by the house one day with his arm in a sling.  A slip and fall had resulted in a broken elbow that would never heal completely.  So now Mike, a guy who lived to throw jerkbaits, crankbaits, and spinners anywhere a smallmouth lived, was limited to living the life of the worm fisherman.  But it didn't stop him from fishing.  The tournaments were over with, but he still enjoyed the occasional day on the lake.  Sure, he cussed more than normal, but it was simply frustration, and he never gave up the desire.  

The last time I got to visit with Mike, I had to tell him that I gave him full credit for saving a day when my wife started out kicking my butt.  We were on a hot topwater bite that morning, or at least she was.  Down four fish to none, I was a little worried and returned to my tackle box to find something that I could use to hold my own.  And that is when I spotted a lure Mike had turned me onto years ago.... The pink Pop-R.  Oh the stories that lure brings back.  And this one morning got added to the list as those fish couldn't leave it alone.  As I told him the story, the smile returned to his face.  His body almost completely worn away by this time, his voice slurred his approval of not only the lure, but my choice in tying it on that day.

It was only a few days later that his battle ended.  I know this forum's rules say no politics or religion, but I hope Glenn will understand when I say that I hope he's found the chance to return to fishing in his old way.

But for me, tournament fishing is now pretty much done.  After Mike had to quit, I tried a few tournaments.  But it just wasn't the same.  Maybe a realization that mortality stares us all in the face had something to do with it.  I have turned a corner, and I'm now more selfish of my own time left.  Now the desire to fish is more of a drive to spend time with my children and grandchildren.  I know that somewhere down deep a flicker of that old flame still burns.  I feel it every time I watch some guy on TV tossing a worm under a dock, or pitching to a stump.  I can almost feel the tap, and the urge to swing into a hookset is strong enough to make me want to put down my coffee.  

Maybe someday I'll get back into that game, but for now I live with the memories of my friend, and I try my best to make new memories for the younger members of my family.

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This was a good thread back in the day. I thought I'd resurrect it to see if there's still any interest...

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Glenn,

 

I had no idea this thread even existed.  I'll be honest and admit I was a bit skeptical as I read the initial one or two.  But then I read the post by Chug Bug. At that point, I read the rest of the posts and saw some members who were struggling in so many different ways. I was taken back by many being so honest, transparent and open.  I would support this thread being resurrected.  Good for you!

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