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Sherrie........I assure you that reaching out to others when you need a shoulder to cry on is not whining! It just shows you are starting to deal with what ever news has been laid upon your shoulders. Take those hands that are reaching out to you. They are not there to pity but to comfort you with what has been dealt to you. You might find out all those open hands could end up being the comfort you need and help you seek peace..  Yep just think of us as the hands that will help hold you up when you can't do it alone. Sherrie the reason we are all here is because we have found friends and family here. Don't feel alone, we want to help. |
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Edited by
eileena9
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Fri 04/06/12 07:13 AM
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A MESSAGE FROM SHERRIE:
Please let everyone know that instead of hating and wanting to kill the dopers, I prayed for them last night and again this morning.... for the first time....and it felt good. I FEEL GOOD!!!   ____________________________________________________________________ Of all days she chose to send out prayers.... Good Friday!! The day Jesus gave His life for us, and He has once again helped ease her burden. {{{{{Sherrie}}}}} Much love to you and the boys!!! 
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I just recently found out my mother might be deathly ill. Bad liver. Which is one of the reasons I had to relocate.
Well wishes 2KidsMom. May the force be with you. 
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****, I had no idea... I know we don't even know eachother and unlikely will, but, with compassion not pity, here's having best of hopes for you 2KidsMom. For whatever it's worth.
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I'm sorry to hear this. Lifting you and yours up to the Lord in prayer.
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Sherrie...you will get through this as a better person in the end... Don't let the hate for others poison what time you have left....
I would admit if I was in your shoes I would be thinking the same thing...Hell why not take them down before I go...they are a waste on this earth... But.......all that will do is take away from your time you have left....don't let them do that too... Instead spend all the time with your kids, family and friends and make some lasting memories.... I know that is tough in the situation your in with your son... Went through some bad drug issues with my son as well and attempted suicide. If I had not been there he would have succeeded. Many years down the road and I could not ask for a better son....So yes within time something will come within his life that will change his ways. It may be too late for you to see but..... he will never forget the time you stuck by him...and the memories..... Humm but now it does not hurt to pass the info out to the ones that need it that there job is to bust the drug dealers....let them get them off the street... 
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2kids, you made me like clowns again, stay strong, keep smiling, love and light always chica!!
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Thinking about you Sherrie!
We love you! |
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Sending prayers and good thoughts your way....
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Thank you...I have been praying too.
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Edited by
LookinRound
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Tue 04/10/12 12:19 PM
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Thank you...I have been praying too. ok that was supposed to be a big hug smiley...these will have to do  
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Thank you...I have been praying too. ok that was supposed to be a big hug smiley...these will have to do 
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Sherri,
Im sitting here in complete shock. Ive been gone so I dont know what is happening, but I still offer this prayer to you. The Lord's Prayer Our Father who art in heaven; Hallowed be Thy Name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven; Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation; But deliver us from evil; For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Father I ask that you protect Sherri, and her son James, from whatever sickness or evil is effecting their lives. I ask this in the name of your son, Jesus Christ, Amen. You know I love you very much, and no matter what is happening, you also know that I have cheated death more than a few times. So pray, as we all will, because miracles happen everyday. |
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Hope you'll be able to join us at the meet.
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Edited by
joy4gud
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Fri 04/13/12 12:43 AM
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IF only you believe, there is a healing that flows from Emmanuel vein, (Jesus) IF only you believe, he will heal you and give you perfect peace.
You can trust in him.
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Hi Sherri,
I haven't been on here for a long time, and just popped in today for some unknown reason, but now I know why... I *have* to relate to you a story, it might be a tad long, but please bear with me... it should be worth it. My brothers daughter Sandra, was diagnosed at age 11 to have a disease known as Fanconi Anemia with is a form of cancer with no known cure. The average life expectancy of Fanconi kids is 19. Six years ago, I received a phone call from my sister in Windsor that Sandra (then 21) was gravely ill and needed a bone marrow transplant immediately, to give her another precious few years. (that was all they could give her, *providing* her body took the transplant, and a compatible donor was found). Before having the transplant, she needed to go to London, Ontario and have two wisdom teeth removed that were decayed, as during the transplant, her immune system would be reduced to nothing so that the new bone marrow would not be rejected so easily. During her short stay in London, they ran more tests and they came back with the news that she also had Leukemia. Now, Leukemia *is* curable... but over years, and Sandra only had days to be in Toronto for her transplant. They gave her a couple of doses of chemo and said "Good Luck" and sent her off to Toronto in an air amblulance. In Toronto, the doctor came solemnly into her room with the family there, and sadly told her that he could only give her a 5% chance of survival, and that was only *IF* the Leukemia had been eradicated. Now, everyone reading this who has ever had *anything* to do with someone having Leukemia, would know that this scenario would be impossible, but you know what?... Sandra sat up in her bed... looking like a skinny little 4' 10" old lady on her death bed, and said... "Well you'd better get started so I can prove you wrong" (she was a follower of the East Indian lady known as Amma (the Hugging Saint) and Amma knew of her problem and was asked to just "take care of Sandra... whatever her destiny is to be") Sandra's mother turned out to be a perfect matche for the transplant, and in February six years ago... Sandra had her transplant and went to see Amma in Toronto the following July (in a wheelchair, but she made it). A couple of years later she had her last visit to the doctors in Toronto, for a checkup and the doctors came into her room with a really thick binder and one of them looked at it... looked at Sandra... looked back at the binder, then... Slammed it shut and said... "We don't understand... you *should* be dead. There is nothing in your tests to show you *EVER HAD* Fanconi, NOR Leukemia!!! Get out of here and don't come back... and have a wonderful life" (hugs and kisses all around) Sandra now has her own car, drives all over the place and says everything looks different... like it's all new, fresh and vibrant. She's engaged, and plans to have kids. Why did this happen? Some might say that Amma did it... Some (most) will say that it was because Sandra *Believed*. So, *my* moral to you is... If it's your time... then it's your time. Would you rather go (sorry, this is harsh, but...) *feeling sorry for yourself* OR KICKING AND SCREAMING!!! lol Pick yourself up, dust yourself off. I know a *little* of your story, and I personally think you are needed here. Now, "What do YOU think"? Best of Luck to you... and you can be assured that you *WILL* be in my thoughts and prayers and I'll be checking back occasionally to watch for the thread that says... "YAY!!! I BEAT IT!!!" {{{Sherri}}}
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Sherri, it is hard to type with my tears falling. I scream out at death as far to many of my greatest friends have gone on to the next journey......We have known each other for many years and this is not the place to express what you have meant to me. I am at a loss for the words. I love you my strange clown.
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Hi Sherri, I haven't been on here for a long time, and just popped in today for some unknown reason, but now I know why... I *have* to relate to you a story, it might be a tad long, but please bear with me... it should be worth it. My brothers daughter Sandra, was diagnosed at age 11 to have a disease known as Fanconi Anemia with is a form of cancer with no known cure. The average life expectancy of Fanconi kids is 19. Six years ago, I received a phone call from my sister in Windsor that Sandra (then 21) was gravely ill and needed a bone marrow transplant immediately, to give her another precious few years. (that was all they could give her, *providing* her body took the transplant, and a compatible donor was found). Before having the transplant, she needed to go to London, Ontario and have two wisdom teeth removed that were decayed, as during the transplant, her immune system would be reduced to nothing so that the new bone marrow would not be rejected so easily. During her short stay in London, they ran more tests and they came back with the news that she also had Leukemia. Now, Leukemia *is* curable... but over years, and Sandra only had days to be in Toronto for her transplant. They gave her a couple of doses of chemo and said "Good Luck" and sent her off to Toronto in an air amblulance. In Toronto, the doctor came solemnly into her room with the family there, and sadly told her that he could only give her a 5% chance of survival, and that was only *IF* the Leukemia had been eradicated. Now, everyone reading this who has ever had *anything* to do with someone having Leukemia, would know that this scenario would be impossible, but you know what?... Sandra sat up in her bed... looking like a skinny little 4' 10" old lady on her death bed, and said... "Well you'd better get started so I can prove you wrong" (she was a follower of the East Indian lady known as Amma (the Hugging Saint) and Amma knew of her problem and was asked to just "take care of Sandra... whatever her destiny is to be") Sandra's mother turned out to be a perfect matche for the transplant, and in February six years ago... Sandra had her transplant and went to see Amma in Toronto the following July (in a wheelchair, but she made it). A couple of years later she had her last visit to the doctors in Toronto, for a checkup and the doctors came into her room with a really thick binder and one of them looked at it... looked at Sandra... looked back at the binder, then... Slammed it shut and said... "We don't understand... you *should* be dead. There is nothing in your tests to show you *EVER HAD* Fanconi, NOR Leukemia!!! Get out of here and don't come back... and have a wonderful life" (hugs and kisses all around) Sandra now has her own car, drives all over the place and says everything looks different... like it's all new, fresh and vibrant. She's engaged, and plans to have kids. Why did this happen? Some might say that Amma did it... Some (most) will say that it was because Sandra *Believed*. So, *my* moral to you is... If it's your time... then it's your time. Would you rather go (sorry, this is harsh, but...) *feeling sorry for yourself* OR KICKING AND SCREAMING!!! lol Pick yourself up, dust yourself off. I know a *little* of your story, and I personally think you are needed here. Now, "What do YOU think"? Best of Luck to you... and you can be assured that you *WILL* be in my thoughts and prayers and I'll be checking back occasionally to watch for the thread that says... "YAY!!! I BEAT IT!!!" {{{Sherri}}} KICK, FIGHT, SCREAM, AND REFUSE TO GIVE UP, like I did, and you wont be leaving us anytime soon. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING SHERRIE, ANYTHING!! Especially when God has your back.  I love you! |
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(((Sherrie))) Sherrie you are in my prayers always. I have never met you in person my dear. But please remember that I LOVE YOU.  I treasure our on-line friendship.
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