hellspawn1
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- Joined
- Jun 17, 2014
- Messages
- 17
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Country
- SWE
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- City
- Kalmar
Greetings all members.
My name is Daniel, I am 31 years old and I live in Sweden. My best friend's mother passed away due to ALS, some years ago. The grief of their family left me with a lifelong impression that have since motivated me in doing good for others in life. It led me into researching alternative treatment options for ALS, and I have written an article on the subject that I have finally translated and published. Hopefully, moderators will eventually approve of its posting in the research forums. Until then, I just want you to know that I care strongly, and that there is some hope for many of you, even if you may not believe so at this time.
Anyway, me and my friend grew up on an island off the southeast coast of Sweden, with plenty of forests to roam and play in. Many days when we were kids, his mom Inger looked after us and treated us to the best homemade cookies one could find. Inger worked all her life as a nurse, taking care of other people - and loved to do it, which made her ending up a patient herself seem ironic somehow. We all miss her very much, and hopefully she's smiling down on us from above as I write these words.
Don't know what else to write, really. But I wish you all well
My name is Daniel, I am 31 years old and I live in Sweden. My best friend's mother passed away due to ALS, some years ago. The grief of their family left me with a lifelong impression that have since motivated me in doing good for others in life. It led me into researching alternative treatment options for ALS, and I have written an article on the subject that I have finally translated and published. Hopefully, moderators will eventually approve of its posting in the research forums. Until then, I just want you to know that I care strongly, and that there is some hope for many of you, even if you may not believe so at this time.
Anyway, me and my friend grew up on an island off the southeast coast of Sweden, with plenty of forests to roam and play in. Many days when we were kids, his mom Inger looked after us and treated us to the best homemade cookies one could find. Inger worked all her life as a nurse, taking care of other people - and loved to do it, which made her ending up a patient herself seem ironic somehow. We all miss her very much, and hopefully she's smiling down on us from above as I write these words.
Don't know what else to write, really. But I wish you all well