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  1. 3 points
    I was going to avoid this topic, but my heart said go for it: First of all I'm sorry LizzyM. I worked in a large hospital for ten years, 1980 to 1990....I saw them come and go and everything in between. I can tell you this - if you have an organ doner card, they just might let you die early in order to aquire your parts, rather than fighting to save your life, depending on your age of course, if your over 70 please beware. Be in control of yourself, ask questions, and go to no test unless they explain why you need it. I was in transportation, so many times I would introduce myself to a patient in their room, and tell them where I was taking them. So many times they would tell me, "I already had that test" when I would ask, "this morning" ok fine I'd reply (I never argue with the patients - most times they're right on with information) I'll be right back and talk to your nurse. My girlfriends mother had a series of strokes, we spent three to five years in a vicous circle. From her stroke, to the hospital, to rehab and then we took her home into our apartment. Two months later, another stroke and repeat process. Three times, four times always on a downward slide. My girlfriend Brigitte and I both worked full time jobs and have no regrets concerning her mothers care...we never left her alone to fend for herself...she was in a helpless condition.....in the end of all these strokes, her mother could no speak, swallow, or move anything on the right hand side of her body - and needless to say she was in attends / diapers - and needed around the clock help. The decision was nursing home or hire nurses. As I'm a home health care provider, I made the decision long ago that her mother would move in with us. I come from a family where I learned from my grand-mother that we take care of our own at home - with loved ones in charge. It was the right thing to do. I treated Brigitte's mother the same with respect. During this time, we had to have her teeth pulled, and a feeding tube installed - I found a lump on her breast and had that removed....one event after another...everyday was a new adventure, but her mother and I learned to trust and love each other in the years that passed. I got her out of bed as often as possible and tried to give her as good quality of life as possible. There are times when I didn't expect her to live until the morning, but she was a fighter, one tough German lady. She ended up in the hospital, in fairly good condition, then got some fast spreading infection - spread like wildfire....that weakened her, but she again survived, but it took us months for her to bounce back again, it really took its toll on her mind and body. The next trip to the hospital got worse....and everytine we'd take her there, their first question was, "how old is she" and that question determined what kind of care she would get - and just how much effort they would put in to her direct care. (little to none) This time It looked as if this would be the end of her, she kept going down hill, she wouldn't eat or drink and she kept getting weaker and weaker everyday. On top of this I found that she had a bed sore on the heal of her foot. That night I had a dream, not so much visual but a message filled my head - that instructed me "if she's not dead, then she's living, if she's alive, then fight for her, as she can't fight for herself". as simple as that ! The next day I loaded her wheelchair into the car, stopped by Brigitte's place of work, and told her I was going to the hospital and to meet me there after work. Kind of like the Blues Brothers, I was on a mission from God. Meaning no one was going to stop this 250 pound Bull-Moose on a mission of faith and hope. I had no need to inform nurses of doctors - my intent was pure. To hell with them. Brigitte's mother was all alone in an empty room - not private - it was just her in there. I pulled up a chair and slowly told her about my dream. Sho doesn't speak English and my German is just as bad......but folks - words mean jack-crap-nothing - it's all in your tone and in the eyes and in your actions - with these things, you can do anything you want. I explained to her exactly what I was going to do (it was a hail-Mary pass - a long shot at best) Frau Gast I said, you're not ready to die, I'm not ready to let you go, and so I'm going to get you out of bed and sit you in your wheelchair and when you get a little better I'm going to take you back home with me - as soon as possible - is that alright with you sweetheart!!! I slowly got her to sit up and hang her legs off the side of the bed for fifteen minutes - so as not to make her dizzy. I asked her if she was ready to sit in the chair and she looked at me, to say yes.....so we did it together....I made her comfortable as possible, I sat next to her and I had one arm around her shoulder and the other holding and stroking her hand....and her thumb was stroking mine in a thank you way. In walked the nurse and some doctor - I suppose to read frau Gast her last rights LOL and here she was alive and well. I said nothing, and it's also a good thing that they didn't give me any resistance either. It took many weeks to get Brigitte's mother out of the hospital, and many months to get her back to living life again. Her mother did pass away three days after her 84th birthday - in ICU painless and sleeping. Her suffering ended when the time was right - per god's plan. The end came in less than 24 hours after being admitted for the last time. I offer no apology for this long babble of a rant here......I offer a message of hope and faith to someone out there, of that I'm sure.....look to God, and use your gut feelings in order to do the right thing, to keep a loved one alive or to let them go. With Love From Dave
  2. 1 point
    What uplifting and moving stories from Tyafans and LizzieM. I hope that when it is my turn I have people like that around me!
  3. 1 point
    I offer this in memory of Katina Pearey (Carlton Girl) February 19, 1951 - June 1, 2012 As she and my grandmother share the same birthday - so in heaven they can discuss gardening and be happy. The following saying hung in my gram's kitchen for years and years - I'm proud to share it with all of you here. "The kiss of the sun for pardon. The song of the birds for mirth. One is nearer gods heart in the garden, than any where else on earth". Spring has sprung for everyone, The sun shines and people forget.
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    Dave, that is so touching and you are such a loving caring man. I admire you for what you did for your girlfriend's mother and I have no doubt at all that she appreciated you both. She was evidently still relatively young when she started having strokes which is such a great shame. My father, on the other hand, was in his 92nd year and was ready to go and join my dear Mum who died of cancer 25 years ago. Dad was a very talented sportsman in his youth but when he retired from football and cricket he devoted all his time to Mum and us kids. When she was cruelly taken at age 64 and he was only 66 we didn't expect him to be able to live without her for long. He was fiercely independent but physically he was in a bad way, probably due to the sport he played in his younger days. He managed to stay in his own home right to the end, with the help of Zimmer frame, stairlift, etc. etc. but he was getting dementia too. We moved to Nottingham 9 years ago to take care of him and I visited him every day. He refused to have carers in the house, just me. It was very stressful and exhausting, particularly as he couldn't remember half the time that I'd been there. He had falls which sometimes caused cuts on his head, arms ......... Then the fall he had 3 weeks ago required him to be admitted to hospital. They couldn't have done more for him, he was treated so well and with dignity. The funeral was today and we gave him a really good send-off, he would have been proud of himself if he'd been able to listen to the eulogies given by my brother and my two sons! I'll have to get myself a hobby now, with all this extra time I'll have on my hands (once we've sorted his house out of course). Still, you lose one and you gain one ........ Our first grandchild is due in 4 days time!
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    Hello Sussexred - I do know from talking with Leo Lyons of Ten Years After that Roger has a home studio there, Mylon, Leo, Alvin I know were there and recorded some things with Roger. We it Under A Raging Moon maybe.....seems to ring a bell for some reason. A few months ago I was doing research about Keith - Keith was just Keith...is all I can say about him - never knew him personally. I once asked Ric Lee - drummer for Ten Years After - why he had such a hard time staying on the drum stool at the Isle of Wight Festival? His simple answer was, I was drinking with Keith Moon! Answers that question.....Ric made me laugh with the details of the event. I can tell you this, Ric has written a book and it will be released very soon....I for one am looking forward to it. He has an excellent memory and is a good story teller - trust me on this, have spent many hours with the band over the last 12 yearss, and still counting. Dave
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    Thank you kindly sir - it was indeed my pleasure! My gram was of her kind.I know them well.
  7. 1 point
    Thank you TYAFANS. Your post has been split and given its own topic, in Kat's own forum. Kat was a special person, particularly to those who had the pleasure of meeting her.
  8. 1 point
    As long as you don't become so addicted that you have to go back into hospital to be weaned off us.
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    When you look at the Queens from the outside, on both sides of the building you can see a row of windows which have half-disappeared under the pavement. In earlier days the road level was raised, and the hotel became one storey less than it used to be. Anyone who was ever in the place, did you go in the windowless rooms?
  10. 1 point
    My Uncle worked behind the bar at the Queens Hotel in the 60's, to get some pin money.
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    Another car I had never heard of ....Mochet . Not our "baby" but on the images below there is a beige model that has the same square windscreen and a similar soft top. http://www.google.co.uk/search?um=1&client=tablet-android-samsung&hl=en&v=200400000&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=86RrUcHiMqOn0QW7yIDwDg&q=mochet&oq=mochet&gs_l=img.12..0l10.52292.59127.0.60202.20.20.0.0.0.1.259.2267.5j11j2.18.0.ernk_ir.1.0.0...1.1.9.img.evuPMZXqSDo&biw=1280&bih=800&sei=saVrUbOiCqGm0QWUxIH4AQ Also check out Opperman Unicar , another weird make.
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    I do remember the signal box at Carlton when it still operated gates back in the mid 70's (My Dad took me up there when he was on the railway at Nottingham) the buildings were demolished and there were brick shelters provided, I seem to remember that there was still evidence of the stations former name of "Carlton & Netherfield" (changed to "Carlton" during May 1974) on the timetable board that resided on the Lincoln side opposite the box which too still had the original name boards minus the cast letters with the standard BR station name board over the top of it. Carlton & Netherfield and Burton Joyce had the same "Swiss Chalet" style buildings at ground level unlike what still survives at Lowdham and Thurgarton which are at platform level and are much larger in size. I seem to remember that Burton Joyce was demolished not long after 1971/72 time when BR introduce the "Pay Train" services which saw all intermediate stations go from "manned" to "open" status, may be Carlton went a little earlier 1970/1? There is still some the original platform where the station building once stood on the Nottingham side between the Barrier and the location cabinet.
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    I didn't enjoy my time at High Pavement, I wasn't the best of pupils, I didn't work very hard, but I came from a working class home where study was not done, but in retrospect I learned a lot at the school and ended up in quite a good job that I could not have expected in any other way. The grammar schools certainly enabled some working class people to better their situation, but of course the rest at secondary moderns were not so fortunate. There were some excellent teachers at HP in the 1950's, Mr Crossland & Mr Dunn (chemistry), Mr Thrasher & Mr Saaymans (physics), Mr Hill (Biology), Mr Middleton (English). Mr Bullock (Maths). Mr Bullock and I didn't get on, I didn't do much work for him. I was good at maths but didn't like continuously doing things I knew I could do so didn't do anything Mr Bullock told the class that all would get their O levels except me. We the did the mock exams and I came top. I ended up with a report which said: Term Grade E, result 90+% (I forget exactly what), Exam Grade A and got my GCE. Mr Quincey taught me to play chess at the chess club. Later in life I played in the London Commercial Chess League and played in places like the canteen at New Scotland Yard, in the Shell Centre on the South Bank, in the plush offices of Allen & Overy the solicitors and in the National History Museum. It was a good school, and served me well even if I didn't realize it at the time.
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