Chris' Battle to Conquer Cancer

I am trying to raise money for my beloved mother Chris.She has been diagnosed with cancer. It is in her jaw bone,gum, cheek,soft palate,thyroid,tonsil,lymph nodes,etc. On August 12, my mother will undergo extensive surgery to remove as much of the cancer as possible. The surgeon needs to remove a bone from her leg to attempt to reconstruct her jaw.She will need a trach to breath, and a feeding tube. She will remain in ICU for several days, and if the bone graph takes, a two week hospital stay. As the wife of a 100% disabled Vietnam Veteran, her medical bills are sky rocketing at the 20% she is responsible for. The surgeon does not accept her insurance and that bill alone will be close to $100,000.
My mother is probably the most selfless person I have ever known. Her purpose in life has been to help her fellow man with no expectations of anything in return. She lives her life by the bible teaching of John, if someone comes to you in need, and you turn your back on them, where do you stand with God? It has been her life's mission to help the poor, the sick, the downtrodden. Before her health began to fail and when she was able to work as a home health aide, my mother gave almost every cent she made to charity. Not to a charitable origination, she went out and personally gave aide and assistance to those in need. She will give her last dollar to feed the hungry, house the homeless, pay for medical and dental care for the sick and uninsured.
After 24 years as a loyal, faithful, hardworking, devoted wife, my father took every cent and up and left my mother. His Post traumatic stress disorder from the war made it impossible for him to handle the stress of dailly living. Three weeks later, as her heart was literally broken, the landlord of the home they rented for 10 years said "This is perfect timing, it's like it was meant to be. That house is too big for two people, (just you and your son) I'm going to give it to my daughter and her husband.(two people) You have a lease till Feburary but my daughter needs to be in by October, so the sooner you can leave the better." Even though she begged Dr. Barnes not to cast her away, her tears fell on deaf ears. Dr. and Mrs. Barnes said they were Christians. My mother pleaded "Jesus lives in my heart. When you stand infront of God on Judgement Day and he asks you "When my son came to you in need, what did you do to help?" What will you say to our Father? Dr. Barns filed an eviction notice and my mother lost everything she worked her entire life for, even her worldly possessions as her and my brother and I were left homeless.
Today, my mother is the one in need. Social Security basically said after the surgery, and chemo and radiation, (when they know for sure she might die) they will reopen her claim to make a decision.Right now she has no income. By time she is released from the hospital after surgery, she will be homeless once again. The landlord cannot afford to allow her to live there rent free.
My Mother writes the most beautiful poetry. As a return for your kindness, I would like to share some of her art with you.She also wrote a book she has been struggling to have published called "PTSD In A Nut Shell." Her book proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the American Psychological Association, the Department of Veterans Affairs, etc. are lying when they say that Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a psychological disorder. She provides real evidance that psychotropic drugs in fact cause mental illness, and make the symptoms of PTSD worse. In a nut shell, the "treatment" is worse than the physical injury, and the United States Government knows it! VA doctors even say "Perscribe with care, we as physicains induce the symptoms of PTSD and make it worse." Meanwhile, our nations veterans are literallty dying in their sleep while being misdiagnosed, mistreated,etc. for experiencing what the American Psychological ASSociation admits is "a normal reaction to trauma." But according to the mental illness proffession, if you experience a normal reaction to abnormal life experiences, you are in fact or theory, mentally ill. And for many people, that lie sounds logical. It's my mother's passion in life to teach those who have been misdiagnosed and stigmatized with these man made mental illness' to stand up united and shout "We are not mentally ill, and we're not going to take it anymore!" (Including all the "trauma" survivors who have been misdiagnosed with Bi Polar BS Disorder. If my mother has one legacy in this life, she would want it to be that she taught the world that anyone who survived "trauma" is in fact perfectly mentally healthy. That it's a sad fact of life that an individuals mental health is determined by one individual in the mental illness proffession's (who may or may not be mentally healthy themselves)personal perception of reality. The literature states that a (mis) diagnosis is generally made within three minutes. It's happened to my mother at the Bricktown Department of Veteran's Affairs. In less than five minutes, without even hearing about her life history,(even though it was two other individuals in the mental illness proffession opinion that she had PTSD) Dr. Harris said "No, you don't have PTSD, you might have another "Anxiety Disorder" but not PTSD. More often than not, the people deemed competant to lock you up in a nut house indefinetly and medicate you into a catatonic state fail to assess for "trauma." In less than three minutes, someone can give you their personal opinion that you are suffering from mental illness, and strap you with a lable that can effect you personally, financially, etc. for the rest of your natural life. If my mother completes her couragous battle against cancer, it would mean the world to her to have a copy of her book "PTSD In A Nut Shell" into the hands of anyone on this plantet who have survived the world wide epidemic called "trauma."
If you have ever faced losing a loved one to cancer, you too know just how traumatic it really is. My brother and I cannot even fathom the idea of losing our beloved mother. Just the thought of her suffering through the upcoming surgery, and her beautiful face being permanently disfigured, brings tears to our eyes. This beautiful woman gives so much to anyone she meets in need, and asks nothing in return for herself. Her Poetry is about war, life, death, and God. Please read them, and as you get a glimpse into this beautiful woman's heart, I know she will touch your heart as well.
My Mother also devoted many years of her life running a support group for the loved ones in a PTSD veterans life because the VA did not provide support for the loved ones in the aftermath of war.Please keep my mother in your loving thoughts and prayers. Thank you, Jessica Woolnough

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Chris Woolnough
Index of Writings A Battlefield of Tears
A Soldier Died Today
Flashbulb Memories
Half a Mile of Bad Road
Legacy of War
Never Forget
Nothing To Forgive
Thank You Soldier
That Bloody Battle During Tet
The Courage to Cope
The Nightmare Never Ends
The Walking Wounded
The Wounded and the Dead

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"Lamb of God"

I am God's child,
His gift from above,
Filled with his goodness,
His mercy, and love.
A gentle little Lamb of God,
Filled with purity and light,
A guiding star from heaven,
Shining oh so bright.
Created in my Father's image,
He loves me as I am,
"When others mock and persecute,
Follow me my little Lamb."
"Like Jesus nailed upon the cross,
Sinners were quick to crucify,
They closed their hearts to suffering,
And hung him there to die."
"His fellow man betrayed him too,
With human cruelty and deceit,
They nailed him to a bloody board,
Casting scorn upon his feet."
The wolf, you see,
Has not a heart,
That tears the flesh,
Of my Lambs apart."
The wounds they inflict,
No man can justify,
The pain I see,
The wolf will deny.
My little Lamb,
Please have no fear,
I shall defend and protect,
Your life my dear."
"Have no shame my child,
Let others have their say,
There will be a reckoning,
Upon that Judgment Day."
"I've blessed you with empathy and compassion,
Oh my angel of the meek,
Forgive them, they know not what they do,
Now, turn the other cheek."
"My little Lamb, follow me,
Our journey's just begun,
Walk proudly in my footsteps,
My precious, chosen one."
"You offered shelter from the storm,
To the hurting and the lost,
You fed the souls so graciously,
No matter what the cost.
You reached out to the suffering,
And tried to ease their pain,
When they bit the hand that fed them,
You reached back out again.
They dumped judgment on your doorstep,
Your kindness they'd repay,
With bitterness and resentment,
They'd turn and walk away.
You gave comfort to the weary,
And made your heart their home.
Like me,my beloved child,
You often stood alone.
I stand beside the righteous,
Who hold my children in their hand,
And love thy neighbor as themselves,
My Golden rule they understand.
When others dare forsake you,
Proudly bow your head and nod,
And remember my dear child,
You are a Lamb of God."

Chris Woolnough
8/26/08


"The Ten Commandments"

The Lord is calling all his children today,
"Follow my commandments", he began to pray.
"You must not worship another God above me,
And create no false idols from the earth, heaven or sea. "
For I am a jealous God who rules your land,
I give unfailing love and devotion to those who follow my command.
Though the sins of the parents will cause the children great strife,
Those who believe are granted everlasting life.
You must rest on the Sabbath, my Holy day,
Learn the gospels my faithful and make time to pray.
You must not commit murder, nor dare to steal,
No affection for another lover may you feel.
For committing adultery is the ultimate sin,
And betrayal is a heartbreaking game no one can win.
Thou shalt not covet what belongs to another,
And remember to honor thy father and mother.
You will be swiftly punished for causing me shame.
"Thou shalt not use the Lord's name in vain."
The most difficult commandment to obey,above all other,
"Thou shall not bare false witness" against thy brother.
This one command most often my children defy,
As against one another, they do unjustly testify.
It's easy to find fault in your fellow man,
To speak evil against them because you think you can.
Humans neglect to understand the price one must pay,
For diminishing my children with cruel words you say.
You must cherish and uplift each one of my sheep,
And you will be rewarded for the commandments you keep.
If you love the Lord, your God, I want you to know,
Take heart my children, "You reap what you sow."
　
Chris Woolnough
4/9/2011



"Good bye, farewell, adieu"

With a childlike innocence,
I loved you once unconditionally,
Without reservation, I loved,
With all my heart, and soul and loyalty.
The bond we shared was altered,
In a multitude of tragic ways,
As the war at home raged on,
For years, for months, for days.
I no longer feel safe with you,
When you trample on my heart.
The most precious gifts I gave,
Were mocked and torn apart.
The friendship that I treasured,
Is but a distant memory,
As evil words with the intent to kill,
Were blasted right at me.
The love of God sustains me,
Through the torture and abuse,
The symptoms of ptsd are an explanation,
Though they make a poor excuse,
To belittle and scorn the one who gave,
The best I had to give,
You were the meaning and the purpose,
In this life I had to live.
Now, the more you blame and criticize me,
As in judgment, I withstand your trial.
The pureness of my heart is sentenced to death,
As my character you defile.
It's true, there is an end to me,
And life as I once knew it.
I love myself as God loves me,
You can't change that one bit.
The more that you degrade me,
The stronger I become,
And though our precious love was lost,
This is the war I've won.
You no longer possess the key,
To my happiness or my heart.
You no longer have the power,
To rip my self esteem apart.
You see, I know I don't deserve it,
Your cruel and violent attack,
And since you took my love for granted,
I will not give it back.
The greatest tragedy of life, you see,
Is what dies inside a man as he lives,
The murder of a heart and soul,
God's divine love alone forgives.
I'm afraid my dear I must admit,
Your rage has killed my love for you,
It's killed the meaning and the purpose,
Of a love so pure and true.
It's killed the precious bond I shared,
With my one, true, best friend.
It's caused a wound too deep and raw,
For time alone to mend.
I love myself through the eyes of God,
As I once loved you the same,
I must live free from persecution,
Free from abuse, degradation, and shame.
And so I say good-bye, farewell,
With remorse, I bid adieu,
The evilness inside your heart,
Finally killed my love for you.

Chris Woolnough 4/21/08


"Nobody"

Nobody treats me the way that you do,
Nobody ever could,
Nobody really saw my pain,
Nobody understood.

Nobody walks with me,
Nobody stood at my side,
Nobody wiped away my tears,
Nobody stole my pride.

Nobody keeps me company,
Nobody calls me names,
Nobody runs me down,
Nobody plays those games.

Nobody thinks I'm a piece of shit,
Nobody says I'm crazy
Nobody knows how stupid I am,
Nobody believes I'm fat and lazy.

Nobody calls me a dog faced bitch,
Nobody tells me I'm ugly as sin,
Nobody treated me like the enemy,
Nobody fights to win.

Nobody criticized my every move,
Nobody raged all night,
Nobody pushed me around,
Nobody saw my fright.

Nobody beat me up with words,
Nobody stole my self esteem.
Nobody spit in my face,
Nobody heard me scream.

Nobody asked what I wanted,
Nobody really cared,
Nobody took me for granted,
Nobody killed the love we shared.

Nobody survived the war,
Nobody has wounds that will ever heal,
Nobody is plagued by guilt,
Nobody is unable to feel.

Nobody appreciated all I gave,
Nobody told me what to do,
Nobody bled me dry,
Nobody loved me too.

Nobody took my heart and soul,
Nobody cast the blame,
Nobody stole my sanity,
Nobody knows his name.


Chris Woolnough 7/14/07

Liscense to kill
The psycho-therapist pushes their pills,
Who gave the mental health providers the liscense to kill?
The FDA warns strongly anti-psychotics are bad.
They have the potential to drive the consumer mad.
If a NEURO-transmitter imbalance makes you mentally ill,
It makes sense that you can go crazy by taking this pill.
Tartive dyskenesia is a drug induced injury,
For those supposedly suffering with insanity.
Anti-psychotics make your muscles PERMANENTLY tremble and twitch,
"Worm like movements of the tongue" is not the only glitch.
The NEURO-leptics cause NEURO-logical damage with ease.
They are known to cause the symptoms of Parkinson's disease.
NEURO-leptic Malignant Syndrome is a deadly risk you will take,
Serotonin syndrome too, for heaven's sake.
Death is the most severe risk of taking this pill,
Not to mention causing a life time of Diabetes with the potential to kill.
The sperm counts of men remain PERMANENTLY low,
Anti-psychotics can even make men's boobies grow!
They have mental side effects that are far worse than any dis-ease,
And they can destroy the organs that no one else sees.
Injesting these drugs leaves victims PERMANENTLY sick.
When the uneducated fall for the mental illness trick.
The manufacturer warns their drugs are a last resort,
Only take the smallest dose, for a duration that's short.
Advertizements use deception trying not to reviel,
The truth about anti-psychotics they try to conceil.
They say 2 out of 3 depressed patients remain depressed while on meds,
"So take our drug too!" they mess with your heads.
They say "antidepressants" cause suicide,
While the class of their drug they deliberately hide.
Only the mentally ill would promote a drug like this.
Side effects like "DEATH" are hard to miss.
There's no genuine informed consent, nor efforts doctor's make,
And the obsecure benefits don't outweight the deadly risks you take.
Yet the psycho-therapists and such push these pills,
And our government gave them a liscense to kill.
Chris Woolnough 4/15/201


"I'm too young to be this old."

I've been around the block a time or two,
Every bit of my story is true,
You must know, if the truth be told,
I'm too young to be this old.
I was a loyal,hardworking, faithful wife,
My husband was the center of my life.
I selflessly gave all I had to give,
He was my purpose and meaning,
My reason to live.
Year after year, my love only grew,
He was a ptsd veteran, no one else knew.
How he'd put me down, day after day,
Breaking my heart with the cruel things he'd say.
I still loved this man with all my heart,
He gave his word we wouldn't part,
Though I couldn't adore him any more,
He up and walked right out the door.
After the life altering, traumatic, surprise,
Even strangers saw the agony in my eyes,
Then, if that wasn't enough of a crushing blow,
The landlord told me I had to go.
I lost my life, my love, my house, my home,
My buddy left me, to be evicted alone.
The so called "Christian" landlord threw me and my children,
out on the street,
With no money, possessions, or food to eat.
I struggled to survive, sick, alone, and afraid,
I begged for mercy, but no one came to my aide.
Even the veteran I supported for many long years,
Just abused my heart and ignored my tears.
One day, I remember, he flew into a rage,
Then lied to the cops and had me locked in a cage.
My pristine record now tarnished and torn,
Wracking up yet another traumatic loss to mourn.
The love of my life has broken my heart,
Took my soul and my spirit and ripped it apart.
You must know,if the truth be told,
I'm too young to be this old.
It matters not how hard I try,
This love of mine just refuses to die.
He can kill my spirit with just one look,
And have no remorse for the life he took.
I've been around the block a time or two,
Every bit of my story's true.
You must know, if the truth be told,
I'm too young to be this old.
Trapped in an endless cycle of suffering and pain,
What I wouldn't do to have a home again.
Or to recapture the innocence of my youth,
And to forget the sorrow I lived in truth.
Oh how I wish our love was revived,
That I could erase the suffering that I survived.
To renew our vows, and forget the past,
Or to have faith again our love will last.
I wish my heart was hole was once more,
And the love of my life hadn't walked out that door.
Ah, I've been around the block a time or two,
It's impossible to change the past it's true.
You must know if the truth be told,
I'm much too young to be this old.
Chris Woolnough 2010