I am really sad to let you all know that Jamey "retired his gloves" on June 3, 2006. He was 29 years old and died at Barnes Jewish Hospital in St. Louis, Missouri.
I will never forget him. We met last Feb. 2005 in this forum. Here is his analogy again.
Not Your Ordinary Boxing Match
Having several fatalities under its belt Cystic Fibrosis remains the undefeated champion. Life with c.f. is like a boxing match. Except the rounds last for months and the fight goes on for years, not just an hour or two. Like a boxer training before and after each fight, we do our training before and after each day. Only instead of being in a gym working out with weights, we're at home doing over an hour a day of nebulized breathing treatments and vest therapy. We fight as hard as we can, but no matter how hard we punch or jab at our opponent, it hits back harder and harder. Then just when we think we have the fight under control and doing good. BAMM! Out of nowhere comes an uppercut, then a right hook and a left and blow after blow. Then just as our oppenent has us against the ropes getting ready to deliver the final uppercut to put us out and win, DING!DING! the bell rings. Its the end of the round. Instead of going to our corners to talk to our manager and get some water and cleaned up,we go to the hospital to talk to our doctor and get some iv antibiotics and get cleaned out. After 2-3 weeks of that,DING!DING! get out and start next round. Like a boxer going into the round with a little rest and a few jab wounds, we start out strong, then it turns into a repeat of the last round.Then after round after round of the samething, like a boxer getting beat up more and more,getting weaker and more tired as each round passes, you keep fighting the best you can. But like a boxer in the final rounds you begin thinking, "should i give up?""should i throw in the towel?"Like a boxer who really wants the champs belt,the answer is no. You keep fighting as hard as you can fight and say to yourself, if my opponent wants to remain the champ, he is going to have to earn it, because we're not going down without giving it our best.Ibegan my fighting career almost 29 years ago on April 30,1976, the day i was born. Though i know i will not be able to defeat my opponent i know it someday will be defeated and people like me will not have to spend their lives fighting each day they live or for each breathe they take because they will have the cure to defeat the opponent.I just hope they think back to those of us who gave our lives, to be studied and monitored and fights be documented by the cf team so they could find a way to defeat c.f, and say Thank You.
By Jamey Carver
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I will never forget him. We met last Feb. 2005 in this forum. Here is his analogy again.
Not Your Ordinary Boxing Match
Having several fatalities under its belt Cystic Fibrosis remains the undefeated champion. Life with c.f. is like a boxing match. Except the rounds last for months and the fight goes on for years, not just an hour or two. Like a boxer training before and after each fight, we do our training before and after each day. Only instead of being in a gym working out with weights, we're at home doing over an hour a day of nebulized breathing treatments and vest therapy. We fight as hard as we can, but no matter how hard we punch or jab at our opponent, it hits back harder and harder. Then just when we think we have the fight under control and doing good. BAMM! Out of nowhere comes an uppercut, then a right hook and a left and blow after blow. Then just as our oppenent has us against the ropes getting ready to deliver the final uppercut to put us out and win, DING!DING! the bell rings. Its the end of the round. Instead of going to our corners to talk to our manager and get some water and cleaned up,we go to the hospital to talk to our doctor and get some iv antibiotics and get cleaned out. After 2-3 weeks of that,DING!DING! get out and start next round. Like a boxer going into the round with a little rest and a few jab wounds, we start out strong, then it turns into a repeat of the last round.Then after round after round of the samething, like a boxer getting beat up more and more,getting weaker and more tired as each round passes, you keep fighting the best you can. But like a boxer in the final rounds you begin thinking, "should i give up?""should i throw in the towel?"Like a boxer who really wants the champs belt,the answer is no. You keep fighting as hard as you can fight and say to yourself, if my opponent wants to remain the champ, he is going to have to earn it, because we're not going down without giving it our best.Ibegan my fighting career almost 29 years ago on April 30,1976, the day i was born. Though i know i will not be able to defeat my opponent i know it someday will be defeated and people like me will not have to spend their lives fighting each day they live or for each breathe they take because they will have the cure to defeat the opponent.I just hope they think back to those of us who gave our lives, to be studied and monitored and fights be documented by the cf team so they could find a way to defeat c.f, and say Thank You.
By Jamey Carver
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