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So, I sit here, in unfamiliar territory. I am at a complete loss for words. The master of ranting. The "ratchet jaw" as my dear mom has called me for years, is virtually mute. My current state has nothing to do with my views, or opinions, on the world of wrestling. It is a direct result of the state of my personal life.
The last I wrote, I told you about my nephew, and his emergency surgery. His surgery was a success, however, the result was a complete failure. Just five days after his surgery, the cyst on his brain healed shut. He had to endure another extensive surgery to replace the shunt in his brain. I don't believe I went into gross detail in the newsletter. I did, however, explain the original procedure to a few of you, most notably Jennifer Robinson. I would like to thank you all for the support, and encouragement you gave my nephew, albeit through a proxy (that would be me). I would also like to that you for your kind words to me. Extra special thanks go to Jennifer. My nephew is doing much better now, although, he will never be a "normal" kid, and, his life will most likely be taken entirely to soon.
In addition to the problems with Justin, my wife, Jamie, also endured yet another surgery about a month ago. A partial fussion was performed on her right ankle. This was her first surgery on the right side, but, her six surgery overall. All stemming from a near fatal car accident nearly three years ago.
My mother also spent a few days hospitalized two weeks ago. There is an undersized artery in the left side of her heart that is clogged, causing discomfort, fatigue, and, at least one heart attack. The smallest stint that can be used for angioplasty is 2cm, the artery that is clogged is only 1cm. As you can plainly tell, surgery is out of the question. So, mom will be taken a daily regiment of medication to attemp to correct the problem.
Finally, this past Saturday, Dec 15th, my wife's grandfather passed away, at the age of 75, which, by most standards, is a fairly decent amount of time to live. What makes Issac's death difficult to handle is he was not cared for properly while in the hospital. My wife's father left her and her mom when she was very young, so, to her, that man is her father. She has called him "dad" since she was 10 years old. His funeral was this morning.
I told myself when Colin gave me this opportunity that I wouldn't use this column as a place to vent, to air my personal problems. Hell, I'm sure very few of you even noticed I hadn't written.
I think I've typed enough for tonight. I will be submitting another column (a WRESTLING related one) in the next day or so. I promise!
In closing, if there are any typos in this here thingy.....bite me, I don't have MS Word on this computer yet, therefore, Okay, so don't bite me, just bare with me.
Until then...
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