Thanks for passing that on Bouncy. xx
I seem to have got the message mixed up.
I apologise unreservedly to the hospital for thinking they sent my brother home last week. It seems every time he was brought in to the hospital, as soon as they got him somewhat stable he would throw a tanty (thats putting it lightly) and demand to go home so they did. They never wanted him to be out of the hospital as his needed intense palative care to make him comfortable. He lied to me as to why he was home.
SO it was put to my sister and the visiting nurses to try to care for him until, as usual, he would detriotate so badly he had to be taken in again. He was taken back into hospital Saturday and died yesterday Sunday. His stomach was bleeding too much and his blood pressure just couldnt deal with it.
He has been a "handful" for the last ten years. (again, putting it lightly). He was the tiny one in a family of tall people and was always wirey and determined. A "scallywag". We called him Loopy. When one of my other brothers died when he was 20 (B was 19 and died in a motorbike accident) he turned to drink and spent the later part of his life as an alcoholic. Though I must say until the final months drinking he was always a happy drunk never an aggressive one. When he got aggressive he finally took "the cure" and stayed sober for about the last 13 years or so. Kudos to him for that. But the damage had been done and he suffered alot of psychological problems after he became sober.
Its amazing that he managed to make it this far. He was so accident prone, starting as a kid. He had about a dozen HUGE accidents that noone else would have ever
walked away from... and then the rest.... We tried to count up the number of stitches he got during his life many years ago while waiting in an emergency room to see him after yet another accident (and not all his own fault) and gave up and tried to just count up the number of times we got calls to rush to the hospital.... still gave up. He lived a jinxed/charmed life.
I grew up in the bottom part of the family with most of the boys way way way out west. We spent all our spare time "out"... building massive cubbies in the bush, bringing home lost lambs and baby kangaroos and birds, making and racing go-carts, riding bikes the boys had build out of bits and pieces they had found. I have chosen to remember him at his best: as my little big brother when I was a child and he was the crazy one who would pull stunts, who had no fear and who always make us laugh. He was never married or had kids but he was a brilliant uncle to his nephews and nieces (for most of his life) and would turn up out of the blue at 3am bearing presents for all, and play games with them til they collapsed in exhaustion.
When all the rest were champing at the bit to turn 18 and head to the city and bright lights, he chose to stay in the country and worked in almost every occupation known on the stations; wool, wheat and cattle and with the wheatboard, and excelled at all of them. He had the most amazing ability with dogs and trained up half a dozen kelpies as first class sheep dogs. He would do anything for them and them for him. He could command them with the twitch of a finger and a wink. Amazing.\
And thank you all so very much for your thoughts and well wishes. Its appreciated more than you know.
And now I am going to get off the computer and run and hide. A monster
storm has just hit and is pounding the house. Its shaking. Horizontal rain, hail and lightning striking so fast there are no gaps between the booms. Ahhh here come the summer storms.
Just keep swimming... just keep swimming.. just keep swimming....