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Well, hello folks, sorry for the long absence.

what happened was a combination of factors. First i wasn't very inspired so i wasn't posting any new stuff but i was here watching your purdy things. But then there was a turn for the worst in my family.

My uncle (mother's brother) had been complaning about neck and head pain, even going as far as having to leave work in the middle of the day, as well as apathy.

He went to the hospital twice in as many months to be told it was a case of spine deterioration.

We began believing it was just him whinning for some reason, so he could miss work or some kind of middle age crisis.

Friday the 5th it got worst. during the morning he was ok when we forced him to eat breakfast, though he kept acting as if falling asleep for a few seconds every now and then, He even when to the store and walked the dog.

During the afternoon he layed down and wouldn't get up, nor speak to any of us, though he did speak with the dog. I did the deep pain test on him and he had no reaction, though he had reaction to light pain.

i gave him a wank to get him of the bed to come for dinner but he just let himself go to the floor and stayed there. We were getting a bt worried now, but we still believed he was joking with us, because of earlier events as all this was going on, in a lighter way since march.

At about 22.00 my god mother decided to force feed him and i went with her to help, we got him up and he wouldn't hold himself up, and would stumble walking. we took him to the table and began feeding him, he wouldn't open his eyes and we had to give him little slaps on the face for him to chew.

At oe point my godmother told him to look at her and with her hand opened his eyes. i saw something and asked for a light. He had his pupils fixed and unreactive. his right pupil was tiny and his left eye was turned a bit to the left. I then noticed tremors on his right arm and we rushed him to the hospital.

he made a emergency CAT scan and a hemorrhage on his brain was detected. It was on his left frontal lobe.

He was moved to a hospital with neurosurgery, and the blood and clot was drained on saturday morning. During the afternoon they discovered the cause of the bleding to be a 2cm aneurism, which they embolized on sunday morning.

On monday afternoon he stopped breathing for himself and was after 2 tests with a 6 hour gap he was pronounced brain dead at 02.00 am on tuesday.

The wake was the afternoon of that day and the burial wednesday morning.


Why didn't they embolized th aneurism on the first surgery?
did they leave the scull open to minimize brain pressure?

my godmother blames herself for not realizing something was fataly wrong first. They all say the simptoms were mild until the time we acted, and i keep telling her she is not to blame, it was one of those things that just happen.

But i should have stomped my foot when he showed no reaction to deep pain, but i didn't. I was the only one who believed in him, until the third time, the one he died. If anyone has any modicum of blame it's me.

I'm not going to go mental over it, because i'm only human, and i did the best i knew then. I won't make the same mistake again, i just hope the situation for me to prove it never arrises. I take solace in knowing death isn't the end, but the gate way to the next adventure, he is now in Gaia getting ready to return again, if any more lessons are warrented, or forever in the company of the spirits, if he has reached the pinnacle of knowledge.




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