The cure for cancer turned out to be worse than the disease!

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Whew...turned out to be a tough row to hoe.  But the light is visible at the end of the tunnel.  Will be back soon, folks...thanks all for keeping things going in my absence. 

 

I'll give a blow-by-blow account soon. 

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Stay strong

Stay strong sir. I have been a admirer of yours since 1993. When I first began to lift seriously. And I am now workng on my ISSA Certification. My prayers and thoughts are with you.

Use your Viking genes!

Dear dr. Squat

It is to early for you to transcend to Valhalla - rage, rage - against the dying of the light…

Halldór Eiríkur S.[igurbjörnsson] Jónhildarson

ICELAND

Dr. Squat. I have used your

Dr. Squat. I have used your material for training purposes since I was an undergrad at Arizona State University. I now use the material published on this website to tailor my workout and I have had much success. Thank you for your knowledge and expertise. I am curious what kind of cancer you had and what kind of surgery you had to treat it. Thank you for everything.

Dr. Adam Rothman

Best wishes again from Iceland.

Dear Dr. Squat

I hope you are improving - both from the cancer and the dire cure!

You told me some twenty years ago:

"WINNING IS THE ONLY THING!"

Win this one!

Halldór Eiríkur S.[igurbjörnsson] Jónhildarson - of ICELAND

Rage, rage …

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

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.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, 

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. 

Do not go gentle into that good night. 

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Web-link to Dylan Thomas’ reading on YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PyWiE1vNSxU

Our friendship has lasted over a quarter of a century!

Halldór Eiríkur S.[igurbjörnsson] Jonhildarson - Iceland

Wanted to know how you were doing

Hi Fred,
Back in CT, thank God! Just wanted to see how you were doing. Hope all is well. Take good care.

Conquer, conquer …

Það mælti mín móðir,
at mér skyldi kaupa
fley ok fagrar árar,
fara á brott með víkingum,
standa upp í stafni,
stýra dýrum knerri,
halda svá til hafnar,
höggva mann ok annan.

Egill Skalla-Grímsson (910-990)

The poet is one Egill Skalla-Grímsson (910-990) an Icelandic Viking known through the famed Egils Saga (from the 12th or the13th Century).

This poem explains the Viking-spirit – to conquer the seas and the World – similarly to one Frederick C. Hatfield in the World of strength sports.

Conquer, conquer …

Halldór Eiríkur S.[igurbjörnsson] Jónhildarson – of Iceland

Welcome back Dr. Squat!

Best wishes on your recovery!

„Skál" to your health!

Halldór Eiríkur S.[igurbjörnsson] Jónhildarson - Iceland

hope you are doing fine now

dear sir , I admire your courage and strong will, please keep on fighting.
we are praying for you my friend.