I posted this on my Facebook page a couple of hours ago.
Things are moving fast, the deterioration over the last 24 hours has been significant. I feel diminished and small, vulnerable and scared, the end I feel is very close.
Len "steal my sunshine" is a song I love, but right now, seems very apt, the sunshine in my life is going out.
My friends, the time has come I believe. This could be my last postf
If this truly is a farewell Jason, I give my sincere thanks for all the time and contribution you have made on this forum, as a mod and a friend to everyone here.
I can't claim to know you half as well as many of the regulars on this forum, nor can I even imagine being in your situation, but I think I speak for us all when I say you will be missed, you have dealt with this situation with admirable, thoughtful bravery and strength, and that in it itself will be remembered. On a personal level, it's been a pleasure and honor to converse, debate and discuss with you (well, in my case mostly just reading your contributions on this forum from the sidelines) over the last few years, you are clearly a great person Jason and I wish you peace on the last of life's journey's.
Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 6, 2019 0:16:08 GMT
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
"It's the end but the moment has been prepared for", you one of the most courageous people I've met, you are a inspiration to us all go peacefully into your next life & like Paul Spragg you'll never be forgotten.
"You don't understand, i'm not a human being i'm a Timelord i walk in eternity"
Oh, uh, checking in... I thought someone posted the final installment of this story.... Well, I kind of made myself sleep most of the day today, as I'm on-call for night shift (did not get called for it, but I have to be ready) and when I do so, I tend to sleep light enough that I actually remember my dreams. It must have been in one of them that I read the Final Word had been posted in this thread.
Needless to say, Jason, if you're still upon this plane of existence, I'm still thinking of you. If my dream reflected the truth, well, I wish your life-force the best, where-ever it ventures next.
I think I'm going to post a few details, let you all know whats happening, tell the world, but it maybe quite graphic, so continue to read forward only if your OK with that.
I'm covered with scabs, my skin under assault from within from toxins not removed from my bloods and from without by my hands and nails as I desperately scratch all the itches and bumps. I struggle to breath, on the edge of panic for it, relieved only by the oxygen being fed directly to my nose and morpheme. I've been coughing up blood for a few days now. I eat barely a think, two spoonfulls of anything and I'm done, although there seems a 50%/50% chance that within an hour I will vomit it back up. I'm so tired I just fall asleep at a moments notice, I feel constantly woozy, my mind is failing, I grasp and understand less each passing hour. And each passing hour the mere act of living becomes harder and harder, even standing up in order to pee takes huge, tiring effort.
I fear each passing moment now, may be my last lucid one.
Good luck my friends, I have loved and enjoyed being here, talking to you all and have been honoured to serve as moderator here.
Love to all.
"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