Jason, that's absolutely terrible news. Like others have already said in better ways and with better words, you'll be in my thoughts and prayers. You've built an awesome legacy here (and, given how excellently you act digitally, I can only assume more so in real life) and your presence will be sorely missed. Brave heart, sir.
Post by Audio Watchdog on Sept 18, 2018 19:05:30 GMT
Jason, this is terrible news and hits close to home for me. My aunt was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer last Thanksgiving and is in her final few days as I write this. I hope that your remaining time is comfortable and spent with friends & family.
"A good writer is not someone who knows how to write - but how to rewrite."- William Goldman
I don't know what to say, Jason. My prayers are with you, hoping for a miracle. Whatever time you have left, I hope you get to live it the way you want to! Best wishes, and I'll still pray for things to get better.
I’m so sorry Jason, I hope the time you have left here is as pain-free as it can be, and I hope you can make some positive memories with the people you love in that time, too. I’ll miss seeing you around here a lot.
I genuinely hope that whatever time is accorded to you can be spent doing all the things you want to do for as long as you want, or be spent with the people you most want to be with for as long as you need.
I’m so so sorry Jason, I don't really have the words. I can't pretend to know you that well, even as far as anonymous internet interaction goes, but you have a been a bedrock of this forum, thoughtful, considerate and kind, since its first days and I am sure you are just as awesome a person in real life. I hope the time you have left is as pain-free and enjoyable as it can be, and that you make some positive memories with your loved ones. The forums won't be the same without you.
Someday I will learn the difference between title and content. I almost didn't open this thread because I figured it meant you were stepping down as a mod or taking leave of the forum.
Jason, I am so sorry to hear this. I don't even know what to say, I just pray that somehow you will have the good fortune of doctors being wrong that I've had (I'm not supposed to have had extremities the past five years according to them, yet I'm typing this with both hands).
Whatever happens, I hope you'll be able to do some of the things that you really want to with your time.
I've read and re-read many of your posts several times. I didn't reply earlier as it seemed odd, to be participating, let alone reading, ones own book of condolences.
It was also quite hard at first for me not to get emotional, but as some time has passed, and the idea of dying has become normal, part of day to day life I'm able to talk about it and be OK, settled even, it's happening, it's coming and soon.
It's difficult to know what to say, partly because I don't think I have anything profound to say, I'm just some bloke wrestling with his inner thoughts as the spectre of death approaches. A couple of nurses have told me I'm depressed, but that's because they see me saying things like "there's no point" and conclude only a depressed person would say that, but the fact of the matter is, some of the services being offered to me, would have been a huge amount more helpful and useful before now, but now...
I've suffered with depression for years, and unless your willing and able to pay substantial amounts of money yourself, there is little to no help available, except and unless your suicidal, mental health services in the UK are basically anti-suicide services - except that is, it appears when your dying, suddenly they want to help you be at peace, to help you come to terms and cope.
The perversity of that make me angry. The value to me from help with depression would have been huge several years ago, but now? What is the point? It certainly adds no value to society at large. And really, that isn't depression talking, I know depression, it's as familiar as my comfy chair, it's as welcome as a frying pan to the head, but I have years of familiarly, and it's just not here now, it's actually a relief, it's difficult to explain, but I feel OK in way that I have not felt in years, perhaps its a shame it took dying to get OK.
So oddly, I'm OK with dying, I'm not happy about it, I would choose different if I could, but not having a choice is actually a relief, and whilst death isn't welcome, I shall make it welcome.
"One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxiety. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken." RIP Jason Ward 1969-2019
Dear Jason, I did read this threat but I honestly did not know what to write since I am new to this forum, do not really know you at all and just posting something here would have sounded hollow for me. But from your posts you seem to be an immensely brave and strong person and I admire you for it.
I agree with you on the things you write about depression and the kind of "help" and "support" that is available. I have been battling with depression and social anxiety for all my life, and I got the same impression you got. And really, it does not matter if it is in the UK, or here in Austria or in Germany or in New Zealand- the "support" I got in any of these countries was always the same type of crap. Sigh, yes, I agree with you on that front there, and reading what you write here makes me equally angry.
I wanted to thank you for being part of setting up this forum and therefore providing a home for all us weird, crazy, unique and wonderful lost souls in the toxic wastes of the internet. Being able to discuss common interests with like-minded people has always helped me very much with my social anxiety. Thank you.
I will keep you in my thoughts and wish you all the best from Vienna.
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