My thoughts and prayers are with you, during this difficult journey.

Fight to your last forces, buddy. We’re with you in thoughts and prayers.

I don't know you but I'm here.
I'm taking a deep breath, thinking about Striker1, somewhere out there.
A prayer for an invisible friend.

A prayer for you, my friend, that you are granted all the strength and comfort you need.

I’ve heard it said before that God doesn’t give us anything that we can’t handle. Sometimes, however, I’m not so sure about that. I sure hope that you’re able to beat this.

Striker

Fight the good fight.

I hope these words can help you in some way.
This is a poem by Dylan Thomas


Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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So sorry, my prayers are with you.

As we all are Stiker, praying for your good health to be restored. Stay strong brother.

Certainly sounds like you are getting good medical care.

I’ll be heading up to Rush next week to discuss clinical trials with the transplant and research teams. Lots to think about these next few months.

Prayers up for you, for a complete healing.

Striker1...

Any updates? Still sending out good thoughts for you and yours.

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