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<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>myMeso | Mesothelioma Blog - Latest Comments in New study links old asbestos mine to increased health risk</title><link>http://mymeso2.disqus.com/</link><description>Mesothelioma Blog</description><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 20:48:33 -0000</lastBuildDate><item><title>Re: New study links old asbestos mine to increased health risk</title><link>http://www.mymeso.org/2008/12/02/new-study-links-old-asbestos-mine-to-increased-health-risk/#comment-4703621</link><description>THIS POEM WENDI WAS WROTE AFTER MY FATHER IN LAW DIED FROM ASBESTOS.HE SUFFERED MANY YEARS PRIOR TO HIS DEATH, AS MOST DO.1 CALL THIS POEM; TODAY I'M TOLD....&lt;br&gt;TODAY I'M TOLD,I HAVE ASBESTOSIS IN BOTH MY LUNGS AND THAT I AM BEING SENT HOME TO DIE BECAUSE THERE IS NO CURE AND ASBESTOSIS IS MY GUARENTEE TO DEATH...&lt;br&gt;TODAY I AM SCARED TO WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME. I NO LONGER CAN RUN NOR WALK VERY FAR. LIFE'S GETTING HARDER EVERYDAY...&lt;br&gt;TODAY I'M SADDENED BY THOSE WHO LOVE ME AS THEY TRY TO HIDE THE TRUTH AND THEIR PAIN, KNOWING I SHALL SOON DIE AND THAT THEY WILL WITNESS MY EVERY MOMENTS, UNTIL I DIE...&lt;br&gt;TODAY I FEEL SO LOST BECAUSE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON A TUBE THAT PUMPS OXEGYN INTO MY LUNGS, TO KEEP ME ALIVE. KNOWING BEYOND THE END OF THAT HOSE LIES, THE END OF MY LIFE&lt;br&gt;TODAY I AM MAD BECAUSE I CAN'T FEED MYSELF AND SOMEONE HAS TO BATH ME,DRESS ME AND CHANGE MY SOILED PANTS.IT'S TIMES LIKE THESE I WISH I WERE DEAD...&lt;br&gt;TODAY I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.I'VE BECOME TOO MUCH FOR MY LOVED ONES TO ENDURE AND I AM CRYING INSIDE BECAUSE I KNOW WHEN I LEAVE HERE, I'LL BE IN HEAVEN...&lt;br&gt;TODAY IS THE WORST, NO FEELINGS IN MY HANDS AND FEET, BOTH ARE TURNING BLUE AND NON-STOP MORPHINE IS ALL THAT'S LEFT, TO EASE MY PAIN...&lt;br&gt;TODAY I TRIED MY HARDEST FOR MY LAST BREATHE,FOR MY LAST TOUCH OF A HAND IN MINE, AS THE LAST WORDS I HEARD AND THE LAST WORDS I SPOKE, I LOVE YOU...&lt;br&gt;TODAY...I'M IN HEAVEN. NO PAIN FOR EVER MORE. IT'S REALLY BEAUTIFUL HERE. AND I SHALL AWAIT FOR YOU ALL TO JOIN ME IN ETERNAL LIFE AND LOVE....GOD BLESS AND AMEN&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My father in law was diagnosed in 1999 with asbestosis in both his lungs.He suffered for many years prior, up to his last breathe on January 30,2002. The above is a summery of his last years and this is how I would describe those years of having to watch my, Dad and many others die such a horrible and painful death as asbestos/Meso. We watched him suffocate to death.In 1999, I too was told I have asbestos in both my lungs.I too worked at the mine and lived in Libby most of my exposed life.&lt;br&gt;TODAY I'M SCARED TO WHAT HAS BECOME OF ME.I NO LONGER CAN RUN NOR WALK VERY FAR.LIFE IS GETTING HARDER EVERYDAY...&lt;br&gt;This is written in honor and memory of our beloved father,friend and human being, who left us to be in peace.  Donald M. Kaeding  10-16-22/1-30-02                                                   by Michael Crill and all who love him      02-02 Thank you</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Mike Crill</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 20:48:33 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: New study links old asbestos mine to increased health risk</title><link>http://www.mymeso.org/2008/12/02/new-study-links-old-asbestos-mine-to-increased-health-risk/#comment-4703368</link><description>Want to wish you all a very Merry Xmas and New Year full of CHANGE!!! Amen...Really enjoy your site. I would like to know if you would/could put a place where folks who write poetry, as a means to escape the reality of what we live and die with. Today is Dec 28 2008 and it was Dec.28,1999 when I wrote this first poem of my first experience with reality to asbestos/Libby and the fact that it was in 1999, when the whole town was told the truth as to WHY we are sick and dying. From not telling the truth...to the workers and the people.All the rest were aware of this poisoning for years prior to 1999. And since 1999, the deadly exposure has continued on new generations of families by the lies they are being told that Libby is a safe place to live and raise a family.This has been a deadly lie since 1963 when WR Grace came to Libby and knowingly began poisoning all of us and in 40 some years with 80% of the worlds supply of this deadly asbestos/Tremolite coming from Libby Mt and 30 million homes with this deadly insulation in old homes...One can only imagine the magnatude of this Holocaust that was done to all of us.Anyway Wendi, what was done to us was so so wrong as millions are waking up to the Latency of this deadly monster. It has been 9 years today, both my mom and Dad are gone as are many other family and friends. I remember this Xmas 9 years ago as if it was happening today.I kinda recindle this moment this time of years as I miss them so.This poem I dedicate to my Mom and Dad and my Uncle and Father in law and all the people today being told the truth. The title is: Christmas in 1999. Thank you for allowing me to share this with you...&lt;br&gt;AS I ANTISAPATED SPENDING X-MAS&lt;br&gt;WITH MY FAMILY AND LOVED ONES&lt;br&gt;AS I DROVE INTO MY PARENTS DRIVE WAY&lt;br&gt;SUCH JOY I WOULD SOON SHARE ALL DAY&lt;br&gt;OPENING THE DOOR TO A MAZE ON THE FLOOR&lt;br&gt;AND INTO THE FRONT ROOM I SAW MORE AND MORE&lt;br&gt;ALL AROUND THE HOUSE,A SITE TO SEE&lt;br&gt;CLEAR PLASTIC HOSES RUN EVERY WHICH WAY&lt;br&gt;THIS HOSE RUN EVERY WHICH WAY&lt;br&gt;THIS HOSE WENT LEFT,RIGHT AND BACK&lt;br&gt;ALL TANGLED UP AND A MESS OF THIS HOSE&lt;br&gt;WAY IN THE CORNER, A BIG BOX I SEE&lt;br&gt;ALL THESE HOSES BEGIN THEIR FOR ME TO SEE&lt;br&gt;EACH ONE OF THESE HOSES, I FOLLOWED TO THEIR END&lt;br&gt;HOOKED TO THE NOSTROLS, OF MY DEAREST BEST FRIENDS&lt;br&gt;I STOOD IN THE HALLWAY AND SAW WHAT I SEEN&lt;br&gt;FROM DOWN IN MY HEART I FELT MY LIFE SCREAM&lt;br&gt;TWO FRAIL PEOPLE, GASPING FOR AIR&lt;br&gt;EACH STEP THEY TAKE DOESN'T SEEM FAIR&lt;br&gt;THEY BOTH AREN'T VERY OLD,60 PLUS YEARS&lt;br&gt;SO HARD TO WALK, SO PAINFUL TO HEAR&lt;br&gt;DEAD IN MY TRACKS,MIND IN A DAZE&lt;br&gt;WHAT I AM SEEING,BRINGS BACK THE OLD DAYS&lt;br&gt;DAYS OF MY MOM, RUNNING FASTER THAN ME&lt;br&gt;CHASING ME FOR WRONG WITH A SWITCH FROM A TREE&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN WHO RAISED SIX CHILDREN WITH LOVE&lt;br&gt;NEVER TO STOP LOVING TILL HER LAST DAY&lt;br&gt;ALWAYS THEIR FOR ME WHEN TROUBLE I DO&lt;br&gt;TEACHING ME RIGHT FROM WRONG THAT I DO&lt;br&gt;I STOOD FOR A MOMENT,SEEMED LIKE MANY A YEARS&lt;br&gt;LIFE FLASHING BEFORE ME, HOLDING BACK MY TEARS&lt;br&gt;AND BESIDE HER, HER LOVE OF 46 YEARS&lt;br&gt;A HOSE TO MY DAD AND I LOST ALL MY TEARS&lt;br&gt;THIS IS A X-MAS, I SHALL NEVER FORGET&lt;br&gt;NEVER BEFORE HAVE I FELT SO SICK&lt;br&gt;AS WE ALL STOOD,LOOKING AT EACH OTHER&lt;br&gt;ME THEIR SON,THEY MY FATHER AND MOTHER&lt;br&gt;WHAT HAS HAPPENED,HOW COULD THIS BE&lt;br&gt;WHAT I FELT AS MY PARENTS LOOKED AT ME&lt;br&gt;OH SUCH PAIN I SAW IN BOTH THEIR EYES&lt;br&gt;A LOOK I FELT AS IF THEY WERE SAYING GOOD BYE&lt;br&gt;MILES OF TUDES,CONSTANTLY FEEDING THEM AIR&lt;br&gt;ALL I COULD THINK IS HOW LIFE IS NOT FAIR&lt;br&gt;CONFINED TO A HOSE, AS FAR AS THE END&lt;br&gt;SO SLOW EACH STEP, THEIR KNEES THEY CAN'T BEND&lt;br&gt;IT'S SO HARD TO WRITE DOWN A HURT THAT'S INSIDE&lt;br&gt;AND FINISH A POEM MY TEARS I CAN'T HIDE&lt;br&gt;I TURN AWAY FAST AND TAKE A DEEP BREATHE&lt;br&gt;CRY IN MY SILENCE YET FOOLING NO ONE&lt;br&gt;THEY DIDN'T SAY MUCH,NOT MUCH COULD THEY SAY&lt;br&gt;AS WE LOOKED AT EACHOTHER,OH WHAT A DAY&lt;br&gt;I WALKED OVER TOWARDS THEM TO GIVE THEM A HUG&lt;br&gt;I WENT TO MY MOM FIRST AS I'VE ALWAYS DONE&lt;br&gt;I REACH MY ARMS AROUND HER&lt;br&gt;WANTING TO JUST HOLD HER SO TIGHT&lt;br&gt;IN MY ARMS AS WE HELD EACH OTHER&lt;br&gt;SO MANY TIMES AS A SON AND A MOTHER&lt;br&gt;OVER WHELMED WITH EMOTIONS GOING FASTER THAN LITE&lt;br&gt;ALL THAT IN LIFE I LOVE AS I'M HOLDING MOM TIGHT&lt;br&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR MOTHER, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;br&gt;A SPECIAL LOVE SHARED, WHEN EVER WE TOUCH&lt;br&gt;A THOUGHT OF THIS MOMENT THAT I'M SHARING WITH MOM&lt;br&gt;A DAY WILL COME AND I WILL BE ALONE&lt;br&gt;SO I HELD A LITTLE TIGHTER, HER HEART AGAINST MINE&lt;br&gt;FIGHTING BACK THOUGHTS OF MOM, NOT IN MY ARMS&lt;br&gt;I GIVE MOM A KISS, SAY I LOVE YOU AGAIN&lt;br&gt;A EXTRA HUG AND OUR ARMS BECAME UNHOOKED&lt;br&gt;I LOOKED AT MY DAD, TO GIVE HIM A HUG&lt;br&gt;HE SEEMED SO DISTANT AS WE BECAME ONE&lt;br&gt;WITH MY ARMS AROUND DAD,HIS AROUND ME&lt;br&gt;OVER HIS SHOULDER, IT HURTS WHAT I SEE&lt;br&gt;HERE IS THE MAN, ONCE STRONG AND SO FREE&lt;br&gt;HOLDING ME LOOSLY OVER MY SHOULDER TO SEE&lt;br&gt;TO FEEL WHAT I DID, DAD IN MY ARMS&lt;br&gt;MY ARMS HOLDING ON, I DON'T WANT TO LET GO&lt;br&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR DAD, I SAY CLOSE TO HIS EAR&lt;br&gt;HOLDING HIM TIGHT, WE COULD FEEL OUR OWN FEARS&lt;br&gt;AS I LET DAD GO FROM THE LOVE IN MY ARMS&lt;br&gt;I FELT SO SAD FOR HAVING LET GO&lt;br&gt;I HAD TO BE EXCUSED,INTO THE BATHROOM, I LOCKED THE DOOR&lt;br&gt;I SANK TO THE FLOOR, I COULDN'T HOLD BACK NO MORE&lt;br&gt;I CRIED SO HARD, SEEKING PEACE FROM WITHIN&lt;br&gt;GOD GIVE ME STRENGTH SO I CAN BEGIN&lt;br&gt;TO GET TO MY FEET AND HOLD BACK MY TEARS&lt;br&gt;GO FACE MY LOVED ONES, NOT SHOWING MY FEARS&lt;br&gt;I DID RATHER WELL YET I KNOW THEY COULD TELL&lt;br&gt;THEY FELT MY PAIN AS I SHARED IN THEIR HELL&lt;br&gt;HELPLESS I AM, WHAT'S DONE IT'S TOO LATE&lt;br&gt;TIME IS A TICKING,TIME IS THEIR FATE&lt;br&gt;SAYING GOOD BYE TO WHAT I LAST SAW&lt;br&gt;CHANGES MY LIFE TO STAND AND NOT FALL&lt;br&gt;ALL THAT MATTERS AND ALL THAT I SEE&lt;br&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM AND DAD,BEST FRIENDS WE'LL FOREVER BE...&lt;br&gt;GOD BLESS DAD AND MOM FROM YOUR LOVING SON, MIKE......... 12/28/1999</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Mike Crill</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 20:19:09 -0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Re: New study links old asbestos mine to increased health risk</title><link>http://www.mymeso.org/2008/12/02/new-study-links-old-asbestos-mine-to-increased-health-risk/#comment-4632547</link><description>Why would this asbestos mine be any different than any other asbestos mine.The end results is suffering till death. Look at Libby Mt WR Grace asbestos mine.began in 1963, ended in 1990 and today 80% of the worlds deadly asbestos came from Libby Mt by WR Grace and today millions are suffering and dying and dead.Stay away from Libby Mt</description><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Mike Crill</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 02:28:29 -0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>