My Brother....
Dec. 21st, 2014 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredbassettMy brother Christopher died this morning. He was only 62.
I shall miss him more than I can possibly say, and even though I have my beloved Mr FB, the world does seem a much lonelier place today than it did yesterday.
Chris had been in poor health for a very long time. He had the same neck problem I have, with nerve compression on the C6/7 nerve, but his was much worse, and even with various operations it resulted in him losing much of the use of his left arm. Associated problems with other nerves also meant he lost much of the feeling in his legs quite a few years ago. He drove a hand control adapted car and had recently got a mobility scooter that he'd been having fun with. But he lived with constant, chronic pain and had to have morphine patches and other pain control drugs all the time. Another operation wasn't on the cards as he'd had a minor heart attack in Spain a couple of years ago, on holiday there, and they didn't think he could stand a general anesthetic, but they were hoping to give him another nerve block in the new year as his left arm was causing him a lot of pain again, as was his back.
He had two minor falls last week, the second on Wednesday. I spoke to him on Friday when he was in bed, pretty immobile, but he still sounded cheerful. I never once heard him grumble or sound down, no matter how much pain he was in. He was admitted to hospital later that day, in an attempt to control the pain and get him mobilised again. He was more comfortable yesterday. The last thing I had from him was an email saying he'd just been bollocked as he'd had his phone on and it interfered with the monitors. He still sounded cheerful.
I'm glad I spoke to him on Friday, and by email yesterday, but I'm so sorry I didn't get to see him in January. I'd been planning to get up to see him, my sister in law and my niece then.
No one ever said life was going to be fair, but this does seem particularly harsh. We all thought my dad died died young at 67, but this is even worse.
His wife loved him more than I can possibly say, so did his daughter. I've lost my big brother, but they've lost a husband and father. I have some idea of what they're going through now, and I wish I was able to be with them in person, but we're in France.
He was always there for me, and I could always talk to him when I needed to. He always understood.
Rest in peace, Christopher James Richard Wilson. I loved you and I was so very proud of you.
I shall miss him more than I can possibly say, and even though I have my beloved Mr FB, the world does seem a much lonelier place today than it did yesterday.
Chris had been in poor health for a very long time. He had the same neck problem I have, with nerve compression on the C6/7 nerve, but his was much worse, and even with various operations it resulted in him losing much of the use of his left arm. Associated problems with other nerves also meant he lost much of the feeling in his legs quite a few years ago. He drove a hand control adapted car and had recently got a mobility scooter that he'd been having fun with. But he lived with constant, chronic pain and had to have morphine patches and other pain control drugs all the time. Another operation wasn't on the cards as he'd had a minor heart attack in Spain a couple of years ago, on holiday there, and they didn't think he could stand a general anesthetic, but they were hoping to give him another nerve block in the new year as his left arm was causing him a lot of pain again, as was his back.
He had two minor falls last week, the second on Wednesday. I spoke to him on Friday when he was in bed, pretty immobile, but he still sounded cheerful. I never once heard him grumble or sound down, no matter how much pain he was in. He was admitted to hospital later that day, in an attempt to control the pain and get him mobilised again. He was more comfortable yesterday. The last thing I had from him was an email saying he'd just been bollocked as he'd had his phone on and it interfered with the monitors. He still sounded cheerful.
I'm glad I spoke to him on Friday, and by email yesterday, but I'm so sorry I didn't get to see him in January. I'd been planning to get up to see him, my sister in law and my niece then.
No one ever said life was going to be fair, but this does seem particularly harsh. We all thought my dad died died young at 67, but this is even worse.
His wife loved him more than I can possibly say, so did his daughter. I've lost my big brother, but they've lost a husband and father. I have some idea of what they're going through now, and I wish I was able to be with them in person, but we're in France.
He was always there for me, and I could always talk to him when I needed to. He always understood.
Rest in peace, Christopher James Richard Wilson. I loved you and I was so very proud of you.
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