Philzone.org Discussion Board: Archive 2004: Hep C Archive: BUILT TO LAST

Lord,

I know in my heart with this all loving phamily behind me.......everythings going to be AOK!

Philzone Hepatitis C Community:

Built to Last

There are times when you must beckon,
There are times when you must fall.
You can take a lot of wrecking,
But you can't take it all.

There are times when I can help you out,
And times when you must fall.
There are times when you must live in doubt,
And I can't help at all.

Two blue stars, shine o'er the hill.
Plead no more, now just be still.
Through the night, now safely there.
Show me something built to last.

Been held by the fire,
Yes and I'm, held by the ring.
You can walk on balls of fire,
But sometimes you might bleed.

There are times when I have begged you
And you do the same to me.
If you can't or won't admit it,
At least we pulled you through.

Three blue stars, set o'er the hill.
Call them back; you never will.
All these trials, soon be dead.
We all need something built to last.

Built to last 'till time of seven,
Falls tumbling from the sky.
Built to last 'till lightness fades,
And darkness falls on all.
Built to last 'till years roll back
Our couch perched in the sky
Show me something different,
Or something built to try.

There are times when you get hit up on,
Try hard but you cannot give.
Other times, you'd gladly go
with what you need to give.

Don't be afraid to save your face,
When you have done your best
Now I won't forget,
Next day try the rest.

All the stars, are gone but one.
Morning dreams, we found the Sun.
Show me something built to last

Two blue stones, shine o'er the hill.
Call it back; you never will
All these trials, now are dead.
Show me something built to last.

Our Captain Fell In Love...

Peggy-O
Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional

A traditional ballad played regularly by Jerry Garcia with the Grateful Dead from the early '70s.

As we rode out to Fennario
As we rode out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And he called her by name pretty Peggy-O

Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O
Will you marry me, pretty Peggy-O
If you will marry me, I will set your cities free
And free all the ladies in the area-O

I would marry you, sweet William-O
I would marry you, sweet William-O
I would marry you, but your guineas are too few
And I feel my mother would be angry-O

What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O
What would your mother think, pretty Peggy-O
What would your mother think when she hears the guineas clink
And saw me marching at the head of my soldiers-O

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn
Destroy all the ladies in the area-O

Come stepping down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O
Come stepping down the stairs, pretty Peggy-O
Come stepping down the stairs, combing back your yellow hair
And bid a last farewell to young Willie-O

Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead, pretty Peggy-O
Sweet William he is dead, and he died for a maid
And buried in the Louisiana country-O

Stolen from http://www.whitegum.com/intro.htm

"A Scottish version which found its way to the Southern United States is given in The Ballad of America. This version lacks the detail of the proud, angry mother. The setting of this version, "The Bonnie Lass o'Fyvie," in other Southern American versions changes from "Fyvie" to local settings or is replaced by nonsense words like "Ivory" or "Ireo."

There was a troop of Irish dragoons
Came marching down through Fyvie O;
The Captain's fallen in love with a bonnie, bonnie lass,
Her name it is called pretty Peggy O.

"O come down the stairs, pretty Peggy O," he said,
"O come down the stairs pretty Peggy, O,
O come down the stairs, comb aside your yellow hair,
Take the last farewell of your daddy, O.

Another version I found of "The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie" has fuller lyrics:
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
Come marching down thru Fyvie-O
And the captain fell in love wi' a very bonnie lass
And he called her by name, pretty Peggy-O

There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass
There's many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-O
There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie-O

Come trippin' down the stair, Pretty Peggy, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-O
Come trippin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-O

It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be
And it's braw to be a captain's lady-O
It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp
And to ride when your captain he is ready-O

Oh I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings
I'll give you a necklace of amber-O
I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee
If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-O

What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink
And saw the haut-boys marching all before you-O
O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink
If I followed a soldier laddie-O

I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be
A soldier shall never enjoy me-O
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
And I will never marry a soldier-O

I'll drink nae more o your claret wine
I'll drink nae more o your glasses-O
Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away
So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-O

The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount
The captain, he cried, tarry-O
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-O

Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa
And oh but the captain he was sorry-O
The drums they did beat on the merry braes o' Gight
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie-O

Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass
We had our captain to carry-O
And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-O

Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-O
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie-O

I LOVE YOU ALL...and, I think,...I'm done...be STRONG!

Lately, the proverbial "shit" has been hitting the fan here too. Treatments wise...I've been doing just dandy. I've just crossed the 37 week mark of my double dosage 18 month pegasys pegylation party and adventure. These treatments have been quite uneventful and beautifully tolerable I'm happy(and guilty)to add. So far I don't think the pegs burnout guages are showing any sign of core meltdown yet. And that's a good thing....

Lately here, I've been a bit absent. The reason being due to a major family crisis and illness beyond all control. In the midst of last weeks Holiday and pre-Christmas Caos I receieved a call from my mother/father in NY that my single parent younger sister was suddenly taken quite ill and that my 12yr. old nephew, Alex was left homeless in it's outcome. Major Bummer.

Needless to say, without discussion, Dianne, my children, and I have all agreed and accepted our cousin and nephew into our home and family with loving and open arms.

As of today Alex is now living with us for however long it shall be... short or extended time frame, it matters not. Today Alex arrived in NH and we spent the day pulling "his" room together, decorating the family Christmas tree, chatting, watching tv, eating and playing games. He is now enrolled in our local schools and is overjoyed to be our community,(his)home and our company(his family). Although he is naturely very concerned about his mother's wellbeing he knows he will be safe and loved here unconditionally. We all pray for her health. May she have a speedy recovery.




All said, I was somewhat concerned about all this happening so fast.......for about one nanosecond.

When it comes down to the wire I found that you can't even think of yourself, treatments or anything else in these circumstances. Ultimatley, one steps up to the plate regardless. You suck it in, hold your head high and promise to do your best when you are truely needed. We have now been called up to that plate. I will do my very best to uphold my end.

Tonight, as I was catching up on zoner phone calls, hep kats and kittens reading material, everyone's doings and postings here.....I realized again that I've nothing to fear at all. We're ALL in this together. We really do have a phamily "Built to Last". I'll always have a safe home here when I'm feeling alone or homeless also. What a wonderful place to seek shelter from the storm. God Bless.

Philzone Phamily
BUILT TO LAST

Dave,
The instance you display is very inspiring, a true power of example for me.

Your sister is in my thoughts and prayers as are you and the rest of your family. I hope your nephew transitions well, I'm sure he will with all the love he's receiving.

It's great to be able to come to this site, read your post, and receive a lesson in what the true meaning of the season is all about, (what life is all about for that matter).

Thanks Dave, for being you, and having the gifts that you possess and display...they show me the way.

Peace and Happy Hoilidays Bro,
Hoff

Dave, you just told it like it is, about our life, how it goes on, sometimes undefinably wonderful, sometimes excruciatingly sad, how everything in our lives doesn't start and end with hep C and liver damage and pegylated interferon and ribavirin, how there are other things we have to think about at the same time, other things we have to do. It's not easy fitting everything about hep C into everything else that goes on in our lives. But we do have a little haven here to come to, and, this place is one of the things that really helps make it all work. Peace

Dave, Your Sister and nephew will be forever Grateful, your the big brother wich I bet your one they look up to. There is nothing like a Big Brother, nothing compares. It's also the Christmas time of year and no better time to be with family, your the protector and you'll do just that without a doubt in my mind, keep strong for them, then you have all of us for you! PEACE and much Love going out to ya Brother!

David, my thoughts are with you and yours.

Dave you continue to be an inspiration.

Dave, your nephew's a lucky guy to have you and Dianne in his life. I'll keep your sister in my prayers and hope she's well soon. Thanks for being you!

What a guy you are!! 12yrs old is a pretty fragile time as we all know.The toddler stage of teen anxst. You have my utmost respect and admiration for this undertaking. I wish you calm waters and blue skys
AND:
May you have gladness of Christmas/Which is hope;

The spirit of Christmas/ Which is peace;

The heart of Christmas/ Which is love.

and magic for your holdiay season.
Peace Ceilidh

Dave, you're tough as nails and truly admirable. Wishing you and your family all the best.
"done" meant done with tx for now and didn't mean to sound morbid. It's just not working right now. Good Luck All.

Dave - you exemplify the true meaning of Christmas. Mahalo for reminding us all of what it is.
Aloha,
Claudia

Dave As you know you and your family are in my prayers. Thanks Peace Rob P.S. See ya at ABB in March.Me and Gigi will book a room there as soon as we get the dates

It is one thing about the Holiday Season with its Path towards the realm of majic, things seem to go wrong. It is a bizarre phenomenom which I guess tends to keep us on our toes.
There is always the need for a Good Samaritin. The hours are long, no pay but the rewards priceless. You have given your sister a gift and your nephew that is timeless. You have taken relief of worry from her in her need. And you have given your nephew a place in your home during the Holidays instead of being alone and without his Mom.
You are a role model above and beyond. Your family too........I wish you the Merriest of Christmas And a new beginning in 2005!

Well by now Dave your head will be about to explode with all the great things said about you ( however true they may be), so I'm not going to pour it on any heavier......especially since I know we enjoy giving each other so much shit all the time. It's just so much fun....you & me all these years giving and taking from each other. It's almost as if were are brothers ourselves!! I feel like that anyway, and I'm sure you do as well!!

The really cool thing about what you were saying to me is, that as phine a family as this is......I certainly do feel a sense of security here that I bet each of you does. Isn't that very special?
I almost feel like, no matter what happens to me.....I know I have about 10 different places that I could go to in and around this country ( and even in a few other countries)....where I could find a home among my Phamily here! If I had to, I know I could start out all over again, and know that Dave, or Walt, or Mack, or Mark, or Kevin, etc, etc.......would say, "Get your ass over here, you got a place to stay for a few weeks till you get on your feet.
That to me, is a very comforting thought, and is something that I hope we all feel this Holiday Season. May we all rest in that peace, and enjoy that comfort together this coming year!!

oooops.....the picture dummy...the picture (LOL)!!!!

Gosh.....I'm all chocked up here. Speechless for the moment. Thank you. Each and everyone.

(Just a moment)

Exploding heads? HCE disease too?
Oh Nooooooooooo I've heard of this phenonodumb. woe is me. now i'm cooked.

NOTICE: name of famed neurologist.


How To Tell If Your Head's About To Blow Up
From the WEEKLY WORLD NEWS, May 24, 1994

MOSCOW -- Doctors are blaming a rare electrical imbalance in the brain for the bizarre death of a chess player whose head literally exploded in the middle of a championship game!

No one else was hurt in the fatal explosion but four players and three officials at the Moscow Candidate Masters' Chess Championships were sprayed with blood and brain matter when Nikolai Titov's head suddenly blew apart. Experts say he suffered from a condition called Hyper-Cerebral Electrosis or HCE.

"He was deep in concentration with his eyes focused on the board," says Titov's opponent, Vladimir Dobrynin. "All of a sudden his hands flew to his temples and he screamed in pain. Everyone looked up from their games, startled by the noise. Then, as if someone had put a bomb in his cranium, his head popped like a firecracker."

Incredibly, Titiov's is not the first case in which a person's head has spontaneously exploded. Five people are known to have died of HCE in the last 25 years. The most recent death occurred just three years ago in 1991, when European psychic Barbara Nicole's skull burst. Miss Nicole's story was reported by newspapers worldwide, including WWN. "HCE is an extremely rare physical imbalance," said Dr. Herman Martino, famed neurologist and expert on the human brain who did the autopsy on the brilliant chess expert. "It is a condition in which the circuits of the brain become overloaded by the body's own electricity. The explosions happen during periods of intense mental activity when lots of current is surging through the brain. Victims are highly intelligent people with great powers of concentration. Both Miss Nicole and Mr. Titov were intense people who tended to keep those cerebral circuits overloaded. In a way it could be said they were literally too smart for their own good."

Although Dr. Martino says there are probably many undiagnosed cases, he hastens to add that very few people will die from HCE. "Most people who have it will never know. At this point, medical science still doesn't know much about HCE. And since fatalities are so rare it will probably be years before research money becomes available."

In the meantime, the doctor urges people to take it easy and not think too hard for long periods of time. "Take frequent relaxation breaks when you're doing things that take lots of mental focus," he recommends.


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Although HCE is very rare, it can kill. Dr. Martino says knowing you have the condition can greatly improve your odds of surviving it. A "yes" answer to any three of the following seven questions could mean that you have HCE:
Does your head sometimes ache when you think too hard? (Head pain can indicate overloaded brain circuits.)
Do you ever hear a faint ringing or humming sound in your ears? (It could be the sound of electricity in the skull cavity.)
Do you sometimes find yourself unable to get a thought out of your head? (This is a possible sign of too much electrical activity in the cerebral cortex.)
Do you spend more than five hours a day reading, balancing your checkbook, or other thoughtful activity? (A common symptom of HCE is a tendency to over-use the brain.)
When you get angry or frustrated do you feel pressure in your temples? (Friends of people who died of HCE say the victims often complained of head pressure in times of strong emotion.)
Do you ever overeat on ice cream, doughnuts and other sweets? (A craving for sugar is typical of people with too much electrical pressure in the cranium.)
Do you tend to analyze yourself too much? (HCE sufferers are often introspective, "over-thinking" their lives.)

All kidding aside(I'm feeling much chipper tonight). Thank you for all the wonderful words of support to both myself and Dianne. It really means so much to all of us. It's been a mighty stressful week. That's now behind us...on to a whole new day.

It's snowing moderately here in NH tonight, expecting to get heavier by morning with about one inch on the ground here now. I got a buncha styrofoam coolers stacked up here....shall I mail Kevin and Lauree snowballs?

Through my local do good deeds, contacts and friends made over the years I was able to hook Alex up with emergency toys, clothes, hats, gloves and stuff for Christmas morning here. A few extra goodies in his stocking and stacked under the tree to help ease the pains of seperation this holiday season. Yes, I still believe in Santa Claus.

School-7th grade- begins in the early morning(maybe)and we'll be there bright and early so he can meet his home room teachers, guidence councelor, etc.,etc. He'll take the local school bus home with my youngest daughter, Allison and the Mt. Base Kids Gang. He's met the majority of the neighborhood kids during his summer vaca here so I'm confident the transition will be smooth for all. He's pumped in a good way to begin tomorrow. He's gonna do just peachy here! Phat rat in a cheese factory....

And We Bid You Goodnight

Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Won't you lay your head upon your savior's chest,
I love you all, but Jesus loves you the best
And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight)
But His rod and His staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight)
Tell "A" for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight)
Tell "B" for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight)
You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good,
Walking in Jerusalem just like John (goodnight, goodnight)
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death,
And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

thanks david for all that you do! prayers be with your sister and good luck to your nephew! have a really good night!

David,

I've said it before, and I'll say it again:

YOU, SIR, ARE A TRUE PRINCE AMONG MEN!!! And Diane must be a queen among ladies. I heartily doff the old homburg to you, and will mention all your names when I next have a private word with the Boss.

Is there any way that I could assist? Just sing out, and I'll do it.

Jim

Pretty calm and normal here tonight at Kamp Rustik in the boondocks. Fireplace is going strong with everyone drinking hot cocoa and watching a movie.

School today...2hr. delay. Alex did just fine. By the time I got back from the school meeting I was exausted from the tour. Upstairs,down stairs...repeat and repeat again. The plow truck fiasco topped it all off. At about 2pm I laid down for a rest and just crapped out untill this evening. I had volunteered for an hour of Salvation Army bell ringing but backed out I was so fatigued. I feel guilty but I'll make up by putting in some extra time tomorrow evening. I really enjoy it...I put my warmest clothes on and don my goofy jesters hat(complete w/ steel your face button) and get to talk to the local populace doing something good. Last night I had a nice conversation with one of our local cops and he went back to the station and got some other cops to volunteer up some hours ringing also.

Shot #38 tonight..I'm hunkered in; warm as a bug in a rug.