And?!?: So wet Saturday

Saturday, August 25, 2012

So wet Saturday

Hi all!

How is your day?

Romeo next door's cat asleep all snug and warm on a blanket in my living room today

So yes it has been cold and cloudy with quite a bit of rain here in Bloubergstrand today.

Bad weather usually means no Dstv signal (satellite) comes through, so no TV. I can hear my mom is watching Dragons Den on the telly downstairs at the moment! Anway, so we rented a Dvd for tonight's entertainment from Vee's Videos at Eden on the bay. (I sound like the guy from the movie the Trumann Show, always mentioning brand names and place names!) But the more I mention a Brand, place and other names the more likely they (Ad Dynamo) will put a related add on my blog postings. My little money earner?well in theory anyway, I have only earned R10-69 since January this year!
The Dvd is, "Horrible Bosses", a comedy or so the box says! we will just have to wait and see - literally!

There was a very drunk guy in the parking at Eden on the bay, platting his legs, stinking of booze, saying "God bless you" and asking for money.

You can see why I am still a bit pissed off (pardon the pun) about the rude KLM purser who told me I was drunk a few years ago on a KLM 777 shortly after boarding. I do not touch alcohol but he was implying I stink of booze and was of a shady disposition just because I have a walking disability from a Brain Tumour! My friend Ann who works at the Hospice shop said to me on Wednesday that when she gets tired she looks drunk too (I know that, I have seen her walking when she is tired). But what nobody who makes up stupid judgements realizes is that Ann's leg and mine actually hurt physically when we are tired! So this year KLM are paying for my passenger assistance once more! Why must I tire myself out getting onto and off your aircraft/going through the airport and cause myself physical pain? I never ever wanted to see myself in a wheelchair after 1997 but sometimes it is a must?

Well know that I have said it all! I shall sign off from blogging for today! Have a super Saturday further folks!

Ciao
DAVE

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Qotes I Like

"With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts." - Elanor Roosevelt

"Success isn't about how your lfe looks to others. It's about how it feels to you." - Michelle Obama

"The best way out is always through." - Robert Frost

"Talk to yourself like you would to someone you love." - Brene Brown

"You get in life what you have the courage to ask for." - Oprah Winfrey

"When you talk you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new." - Dalai Lama

"Time is a created thing. To say "I don't have time." is like saying "I don't want to." - Leo Tzu

About me!

My Afrikaans teacher, who was Miss Liebenberg when I was at St. John's College, in the late 90's (1994-end of 1996) and other people I know, have in the past, asked me why I don't have my full story on my blog, as my story is one that would help inspire others facing a similar situation.

So here we go folks- In December 1996 I started getting blinding headaches and became very photo phobic, my pupils were hugely dilated. I never really got headaches before then. We were on holiday at the Sugar Beach Hotel, in Mauritius, when my life changed forever. On our return my situation just kept getting worse and I went temporarily blind from the pressure behind my eyes my tumour caused. Christmas 1996 was absolutely nightmarish for me. I did not know what was going on with my body - I thought I was facing my last days here on earth.

On 15 January 1997 (I can never forget this date), the day school started for that year, I was in Hospital having Brain Surgery to try and remove my tumour. Thank God it was too firmly routed to my brain stem for this to be done. According to my Neuro Surgeon (who will remain Anon.) he tried everything to remove it but it was not possible - I haemoraged and he panicked. Had they been able to get it out my left side would have become my right side in my minds thinking. I distinctively remember waking up from surgery in the operating theatre and puking into my oxygen mask. I lost my speech for several months, my ability to walk (to this day I limp as my left leg is not in sync with the right side of my body), I could not use the toilet for months and was in agony as neither end (a bit graphic) but what the worked as my brain was not correctly sending the signal to my netherlands- so I could not get rid of my body's waste. It was a long and crap year 1997 and trying to survive. I was on a tv programme on SABC1 (I believe, you believe?) in June 1997 and a month later, my mom, dad and me went to Australia. OZ (We flew to Perth on SAA) is a nine hour flight from Johannesburg and a twelve (12) hour flight back to Johannesburg? Strong head winds on the return flight. (one of life's odd stats.?) On our return I started getting rapidly worse again. The Oncology doctor gave me a diagnosis of three weeks to live in December 1997 as there was nothing more he could do for me. - I gave my oncology Doctor Martin Chassen a hug - he started crying. Well I guess only God knows how long you will be around?

I turn 38 on 21 November of this year (2018), I have not seen a doctor for years, I do not take any medication, but only vitamins and I am still here! I have tremendous faith in God. I believe all religions are equal, in the way that the basis of all religions is of a higher power, a god, the way you choose to practice your faith is up to you. I am a Catholic Christian and know 100% that I would not have survived what I did without God, Strangers awesome healing prayers (they prayed for me in churches, mosques and Synagogues my family's parish Priest Father Leithem sent a petition to our Lady of Medjugorje in Croatia and used to bring me aloe vera mixed with Grapa that a parishoner used to make for me. A boy (he's 39 now) from St. John's College, Anthony Spanjaard, told me about these vitamins his mom sold. I took them in a large dosage (16) a day at first to boost my immune system. I prayed like mad and voila.

This I have no answer for and for many years I felt guilty - why did I survive my cancer and many other people do not. Go figure?

DAVE