Post by chester
Hey, Jeff Crabbe! Haven't seen you post here for a while. I know we've
had our differences, but I really don't hold a grudge. I believe you're
good at heart. I hope you and your friends and family are doing OK.
Happy religious and secular holidays to you and yours.
I'll just use this post for Nil and for RichL. Thanks for the advice, Nil.
Rich, thanks for wishing me well, and yes, you're right. Her name was Beth.
My sincere condolences, Jeff. I can still recall your meetup, with your GF which you claimed you had to keep on the down low, from back in our Webtv days. Good to see you back here and it's my hope a brighter future awaits you up the road.
Why would Jeffie have to keep her on the down low, was one of them
cheating on an existing spouse or did she make massive smelly farts in
public that caused offence to many plopheads?
NICE .. looking for dirt on the deceased, are ye? Or just a bandwagon Jeff troll? Robert Grimes, perhaps? Or Marshall Dillon's deputy?
What happened Tim, is that Beth was the 3rd woman who crossed state lines
to be with me. I dated none of them, and they all moved in with me. I don't
even consider myself good with women at all, so I can't believe this all
happened, but it did. Beth and I just happened to be in a support group,
giving others encouragement for their problems. Nether one of us had ever
been to this WebTV support group until this one evening. How did I end up
with her? I just kept track of her posts and how she responded to others.
She didn't act looney or have meltdowns, or treat others bad. So we talked
to each other on the phone for awhile.
The strange part about it is that she was the wife of a Beatles WebTV poster.
How much of a coinincidence can that be? I had three or 4 other women to
choose from, but Beth was the one who got my attention. After a very short time
of knowing her, she confided in me that she was in danger with her husband,
and she almost lost her life if her 75 year old step-father hadn't jumped
in to help her. He had previously already had at least 3 heart
attacks, but it took the two of them to get control of her husband. The
rest of it is history. We were together for 17 years before she passed away
from breast cancer. Stage 4 mets, that spread from her breasts to her bones.
Seeing someone every day that deteriorates so bad is very hard.
So how is your back, Tim?
Oh my back? On Aug 30, this past year, I went in for a pre "fusing consultation" fo my 3 blown lower disks. During that visit I passed out and was wheeled to Emergency. I then lived as a psychotic vegetable with amnesia for the following month in ICU and a hospital recovery room where my leg muscles went completely dead . When I finally came to, I discovered both my arms had broken out in a horridly painful rare abd highly debilitating non contagious skin condition/disease that's called Pyoderma Gangreuosum which was derived from gall bladder cancer which had gone undetected(my fourth cancer I've survived) Then this month my plastic surgeon informed my he'd never seen a patient get as close to not making it through alive as I'd come. So while I continue to get better from this mess after being sent to a physical recovery hospital where I spent three intensive weeks willing myself to walk again, my back surgery has been indefinitely postponed and may never happen now that the discs have had time to do a self healing process, thus I'm now getting by with arm medications/dressing changes every two days plus a generous and endless supply of daily Norco and Morphine time release pills. So after this lengthy near death experience I'm amazed and confused as to what went wrong and in the midst of it all I somehow turned 70 last month. Finally, KUDOS to my brother for his close support through it all and to God as a concept
if he/it was at play in getting me back to this point in time where I just got myself a new electric scooter which provides me transportation for up to 40 miles per charge for around town doctor appts, grocery errands, etc at a whopping thirty miles per hour... Thus: Oh bla di - oh bla da, life goes on, aye Jeffer?