So much has happened (part 3)

The story continues:
Part 1
Part 2


I have decided to continue the story. This is just a summary of it all. Maybe one day I will go into the detail of how I felt and coped with all the things that happened in and around me.


I said the only thing that I could think of in that situation and that was: “Rugby Man… stay away from the light. We cannot lose you, not like this.”

The first week was a hectic week. It was the same time that the magazine I work for had to go to print, luckily the printers and all my colleagues were understanding and helped me out tremendously. Rugby Man was on the ventilator and was in an induced coma and on hectic pain meds. I am sure he was flying. He had very serious injuries and well, the Doctors could only move him on the public holiday, 24 September to do a MRI. The idea was 20 minutes to do the body and then if he was stable enough another 20 minutes for the head.

That Friday, 25 September, we were called in and the prognosis was not good. Rugby Man had a terrible spinal cord injury and according to the Neurologist, he had severe brain damage. The Neurologist explained it as follows: Rugby Man was like a baby who drowned. If you do not get enough oxygen to the brain, then the brain starts shutting down to keep the other parts going. That could of happened when they were moving him from hospital to hospital. However, we would never know the extent of the injury till he woke up. The doctor said that it would take time. Recovery could take anything from six months to five years. However, patience is what we needed. His left side was paralysed, however, the good news was that Rugby Man was moving his right arm and hand which meant that with time, the body could heal itself.

By the end of week two, they started feeding him through a tube to see if his body would accept the “food” and they stared “waking him up”, but the only problem was that he was not reacting. He was still on the ventilator but also in his own comatose state. By week three they started taking him off the meds. However, Rugby Man was not showing any signs of waking up or any sign of pain. The trauma nurses were awesome with him though and were awesome with us too.

The routine of our lives changed from day one and every visiting time over the weekend and every night we were there. My Mom also made me drop her off at the hospital, while I went to work, so that she could see him. Our life became all about Rugby Man. The boys who are 25 and 23 handed everything over to my Mom. My Mom allowed me to take charge because I knew in this time I had to be there for her. A parent should not go through the fear of losing her child, because it was her Son laying there. A man borne out of her, who God entrusted to her.  She did not need to go through additional stress.

Well, I tried to curb the additional stress, but the current gf was not helping. Remember I said it was the woman who he met last year and then they broke up and she took to Facebook to tell everyone why they broke up. They recently got back together and well, I am not her biggest fan? Anyways, she decided that she would tell the nurses she was his FIANCE so that she could see him, because they were only allowing the closest family members in. She would go see him during the day and then share confidential medical information on Whatsapp and Facebook. Obviously an attention whore. She did things without us knowing, like stop his bank cards. She was marching to her own drum and to make a long story short, I put a stop to it. I wrote a letter to the hospital, which they gave to everyone working with my brother, that NO MEDICAL INFORMATION was to be given to ANYONE except the following people: My Mom, Biker Man, Me and my two nephews (Rugby Man’s sons). Also that no medical procedure could be done without the authorisation of My Mom or Biker Man.

The next day, after I handed the letter in, my Mom was at the hospital with my brother’s ex-wife, when the gf rocked up. She walked into the ICU and slammed the ICU door in my Mom’s face. Another gentleman that was behind my Mom asked what was up and my Mom said she did not know. She pressed the buzzer for the nurses to let her in. Now, every time we visited, the family would send my Mom in first. When she got to my brother, the gf was leaning over him (something the nurses asked us not to do, because it is TRAUMA ICU) and when my Mom asked her to give her a few minutes she started shouting at my Mom next to my brother’s bed. She stormed out. Then in the waiting room she told my brother’s ex-wife that my Mom was a bitch. After that day, she never returned to the hospital. She goes around telling everyone we banned her from the hospital, but truth be told, I think she realised that she would never be able to cope with a vegetable and was looking for someone to blame so that she didn’t look like the bad person.

With all that happening, the grief process continued. Any grief/trauma process consists out of DENILE, ANGER, BARGAINING, DEPRESSION and ACCEPTANCE. I think my Mom and I were quick to understand it and realise that life had changed and that whatever the outcome, we were there for Rugby Man. However, some people do not do well when it comes to tragedy, and Biker Man is one of them. He moved to Johannesburg earlier this year and was not nearby when it had happened. He and Rugby Man are close, VERY close, but he was in denile all the time. He did not accept what my Mom was saying about Rugby Man’s condition and because of that, he started lashing out at My Mom and I. At one stage he kicked me out of his family and told me that when my Mom dies, I will be all alone.

16 October came and Ruby Man turned 48 years old. We celebrated with him in Hospital with blue balloons and messages from Facebook, Whatsapp, SMSes, etc. So many people wished him well. A week or two after he was moved to high care, because they couldn’t keep him in Trauma ICU forever and we needed to find a place for him so that he could start with rehabilitation, even if he was just laying there. It was terrible to see, because he was always the active one. Playing rugby at the age of 48. Going to gym twice a day. Running the pub and working. He could never sit still. A few places came to evaluate him, but they said that they would not be able to work with him, because he was showing no signs of reaction. He was not responding to the easiest of commands, like open your eye or stick out your tongue. That was difficult for us. That is when they decided to move him to the rehab in 1 Military Hospital, however, he ended up in the surgical ward, because they had to do all their tests on him as well. That happened in the first week of November.

Then on Thursday, 12 November we were called to the hospital. It was not going well with Rugby Man. As Murphy’s law would have it, my car gave trouble the Wednesday and I took it in the Thursday when I got the phone call. By then I was the liaison between the hospital and the family. I called everyone and told them to go up immediately. I arranged for my nephew to pick up my Mom, while I had to wait for the car. I got there at 14:00, after receiving the call at about 11:45. The Doctor was amazing and explained to the family what was happening.

When I got there she called me aside and said that Rugby Man was spiking a fever and his body was getting enough oxygen. His saturation levels were extremely low (the levels of Oxygen in the blood stream). He had an infection that he was fighting off, but they called us in, because it did not look good. It was a matter of time.  I know this sounds weird, but by that time I knew what they were talking about because my brother’s vitals became a part of my life. His pulse, his temperature, his saturation levels. How much oxygen he was receiving. I even helped and kept new staff up to date with progress etc. My Mom and I stayed by his side… till 21:00 that night. The Doctor came in and asked if she could arrange a bed for us to stay over. By then my Mom was tired and said no, she would go home instead. We said our goodbyes to him and left.

As we walked out, I said to my Mom, that I did not think that we would see him alive again. She agreed and said that if that is what God wanted to do, then it is up to Him. My Mom has and still is strong in her faith. She said from the start that Rugby Man was in God’s hands and whatever God wanted to do, she would accept it. She added that Rugby Man was in his limbo and had been between this world and the next and whatever happened she will accept.

At 07:15 on Friday the 13th of November (yes, I know trust him and his wicked sense of humor to choose Friday the 13th) Rugby Man’s time on earth came to an end. My big brother was no longer with us. He endured for 55 days and even though there were “up” days and there were “down” days and there “happy” days and there were “sad” days, he went to a better place with no more pain and suffering. No words can explain the heartache I feel, or the heartache my Mom feels. But together we mourn for a son, brother, father, friend and all round genuine good guy.


Rugby Man

On the 16th day of October 1967 the life story of Timothy started. His emotions of love and hate, sorrow and joy, were written up in his book with God. On the 13th day of November 2015 the last entry was written in his book and God closed it. Through our Heavenly Father’s decision, his soul was claimed back by God, his Maker, and his body given back to the earth, as it should be. He is bereaved by his family and friends.



So much has happened (part 2)

So by then details were sketchy… no one knew what was happening and let me tell you the fear of not knowing is what kills you. It makes it difficult to breathe and a lot of emotions come to the fore front.

We were all in the waiting room. My Mom, my nephews (who were both crying), the ex wife, the current gf (It is the one who he met last year and then they broke up and she took to Facebook to tell everyone why they broke up. They recently got back together and well, I am not her biggest fan.) and I. Biker man and his family whereon their way. The nurse came out and said that his injuries were bad. He didn’t have blood pressure and he is very swollen up. They were treating him to keep him alive. She then wanted to know who we were. We told her and she said to my Mom, that she could go in first. Well duh, because she is his mother, but the gf didn’t like that one bit because she is his ‘life partner’. No offence, but you have to be living with a person for at lease six months to be a life partner.

My Mom went in and when she came out, we knew it was bad. After that the Doctor came and spoke to us. Rugby Man had no broken bones in his body, except for a finger and a fracture in his cheek and jaw. However, Rugby Man had a serious brain injury and they were going to drill a hole in his head to relieve the pressure of the brain. Also, he was put in an induced coma and was on a lot of meds due to the fact that he was in a lot of pain.

My brother went in to see him and then when I had to go in, the gf ran in before me. It was almost 11:00 and visiting hours and well, I just thought let her go. I wasn’t going to start an argument. However, when she got out, she made such a scene. She threw herself on the floor and started sobbing. It was then that my Mom (who had not yet shed a tear) went to her and told her to behave. Making a scene was not helping the family and other traumatised families waiting to see their loved ones and it certainly was not helping my brother who was fighting for his life. Well, let’s just say my Mom says it like it is, but the gf stopped crying.

Anyways, so, in the meantime, Biker Man found out where the bike was and kinda how it happened. It seemed like a hit and run…

My first thoughts were, what sick bastard, hits a person and rides/drives away? Seriously?

It was finally my turn to go see Rugby Man. I was only allowed two minutes, but you know what? I took them. When I walked in, he had one of those orange braces around his head like you see on Greys Anatomy. He had on a neck brace. He had drips in everywhere and a heart machine beeping. He was on the ventilator and had pipes coming out of his mouth. His face was swollen to double the size. He didn’t look like my Rugby Man. His head was shaved on the one side and he had a screw coming out of his head. It was really traumatic, not just for me, but everyone around me.

I said the only thing that I could think of in that situation and that was: “Rugby Man… stay away from the light. We cannot lose you, not like this.”

Looking back now, I realise how selfish I was.

So much has happened.

So, yes, it has been a while since I posted. Although all things out of my control and let me just tell you that the 42 days have been the most difficult days that I have experienced in a long time. The last time I felt this was was just before and after my Dad passed away almost nine years ago.

It was on 19 September, Noodles 3rd birthday. We were supposed to go through to Oakdene to go see the girlies for Noodle’s birthday. However, when I woke up at 07:00, I saw I had a number of missed calls on my phone from my nephews. Turns out Rugby Man, was supposed to go to his gf the night and never rocked up. Well, maybe he went home I said. How wrong I was….

I am going to relay the story from when it happened at 12:30 that evening.

Rugby Man was on his way home from the pub. He stayed open for the opening game of the Rugby World Cup. He spoke to the Model at 12:30 and said he was going to his gf. Rugby Man rides with his motorcycle and he has been riding bike since the age of 16, so, he knows what he is doing. However, at 01:00 the ambulance picked him up on the side of the road. He had an accident. The ambulance took him to Steve Biko Hospital (the state hospital), however, when they got there and realised that he had dog tags on and was in the airforce they moved him to 1 military hospital (the famous one, where Nelson Mandela was in). HOWEVER, they don’t have a tram unit, so they moved him to Unitas, a private hospital. He arrived there at 05:00 the morning.

When his gf woke up at 06:00 and realised that he wasn’t there, she decided to phone my nephews. This is what gets me though. How do you know someone is coming to you and you go sleep? Don’t you wait up for that person? Anyways, that’s when my nephews started panicking and decided to phone their Mother (Rugby Man’s ex wife), who was bright enough to phone 1 military hospital. She is still on Rugby Man’s medical aid. Anyways, they (the hospital) had tried to get hold of her the whole night, but she recently changed her number and she hadn’t changed it with the medical aid yet. They told her to go to Unitas because Rugby Man had an accident and was there.

By 07:30 we were at the hospital. The air force chaplain was there (never a good sign) and so was one of Rugby Man’s commanding officers. And then the waiting started…

Dude, there’s a lizard in my car


After your giggling and wtf moment, I will tell you how it got there…

On Friday (Good Friday) we were going to go visit Biker Man and Wifey at their new house after church. At 07:00 Biker Man called and said that we should bring our garden chairs with for the braai, because he didn’t have enough for everyone (Rugby Man and his ‘ex’ and The Model were going too). I told him I’d bring them and well, when I pulled the car out of the garage, I put the chairs in the boot of my car, not checking them.

After church, I wanted to put my handbag in the boot, when I opened it and the lizard was on top of the chairs. Now, as you know, I don’t mind lizards, so I told my mom to hang ten while I pick the chair up and get the lizard out. Unfortunately, that didn’t work. The lizard slid away so quickly and just disappeared.

We got to my brother’s new house and what a nice place btw and we took the chairs out. No sign of the lizard. I decided that I would sort it out later the afternoon. However, we had such a nice time that we only left at about 18:00 and got home at 19:00. By that time it was too late to look for it.

This morning I pulled the car out and low and behold, it was back… but it was too fast to be caught. It ran in under the back seat (by then I had all the doors of the car open) and no matter how I chased it with the lunchbox, it was apparent that I wouldn’t be successful in catching it to set it free. I even put Lizzie (my beloved lizard catcher) in the car but she thought we were going to take a ride and didn’t pick up on the scent.

My Mom suggested we doom the car. So, out came Lizzie and I closed all the doors and sprayed some Doom… and nothing.

So, then I decided to start vacuuming the car. After getting half way, the lizard appeared. The doors were still open and after chasing him from the boot to the backseat, it moved towards the side of the seat and I swear it literally jumped out the car and manoeuvred over to the neighbours garage. Luckily in all this the lizard did not lose its tail.

It seems that today was my day with lizards, because while mowing the lawn and cutting some plants, another two ran for their lives.

Anyways, that was my excitement for the day.
Happy long weekend further.

You are doing what???


Okay, so last Sunday the Blonde One announced that he was getting married to The Blonde Girl at the end of September.


This is news that you don’t hear everyday and the first thing out of my mouth was… “IS SHE PREGNANT?”

Luckily he took it as a joke and said no… it was just time.

How can it be just time?

He is only 22-years-old!!!

I am sure that you can see from my reaction above and the fact that I have bolded the above, that I have still not wrapped my head around this one. I am still trying to get used to the idea. Do you really know who you are at 22? Yes, they have been together since they were in grade 11 (which means they were what? 16 or 17?) but they haven’t experienced life. Yeah sure they live together, but until recently, they didn’t even have steady jobs!

I just hope and pray that they aren’t making a mistake. Do you know how many people get married early in life and then a few years down the line they get divorced? I have spoken about starter marriages before here on my site (here and here).

I did speak to Rugby Man about this. He seems to think that it was coming whether we like it or not. It is their choice after all. I get that. My Mom says that maybe I am feeling this way because I thought that I would be settled before they decided to settle down. But I don’t think that’s the case. I am luckily not the only one who is worried about this. Biker Man is too.

I suppose that I should stop fretting about all this. They are young and in love and I guess all that I can do is offer them the support that they need. It is cool to think that I have known my nephew his whole life and now I will see him take this step. I have been asked to be the photographer and my Mom has been asked to do the cake. I guess we will help out where we can. So, for now, I sit back and watch as all this unfolds around me.

Happy Monday everyone!

Random update…

I did it…

So remember I mentioned before that I was ill? Well, I finally went to the doctor, after weeks of being sick. By Tuesday, I couldn’t anymore, I was coughing really bad, so I called and got an appointment for Wednesday. The Doctor said I had acute sinusitis which needed meds as soon as possible before it moved down to my chest. So, after a shot and a whole batch of antibiotics I was out of there.

After the appointment, I had to go to the office to sort some things out, even though the Doctor booked me off till Monday. I got all that sorted and went home. On Thursday, I did not get out of bed and I must admit I do not feel guilty about that. I think a person’s body just lets you know that you will go till here and no further. You need the rest, especially when you are ill.

On Friday, it was much the same; however, I did some layout for the magazine. I sent in six articles to the acting editor that I done the layout on, so there are only a few more to do before my deadline. Yeah, deadlines are around the corner again.

We just got some shocking news from Biker Man this morning. He has decided to give up biking, well, for now, and focus more on his family. I think this has happened because of the big scare Wifey had. Anyways, he sold his BMW RR 1000 to Rugby Man, and well, gave up his presidency of his chapter and that’s the end of it. I most probably won’t change his name on the blog; he will always be a Biker Man. I haven’t spoken to Rugby Man yet, but I am sure he looks great on the BM. 😉

So, remember last year I bought my beloved Nikon Camera? Well, I realised earlier this week that I never went for that free training that I got with the camera bundle I bought. I decided to change it that… Today I registered for that training, almost a year after I got the camera. 🙂 I will be going for training on 26 July at 08:30. It is early for a Saturday morning, but I want to get the training done before the big air show at Waterkloof Air Force Base in September.

Anyways, that’s just a random update from me…

Have a good weekend.



The world around you

My Nieces

So, this weekend the girlies (Cutie Pie and Noodle) came over to visit. Actually as I mentioned before, Biker Man and Wifey wanted to go on a breakfast run. Now, Biker Man said that the breakfast run would be till 11:30, however, that was not the case… I received a call from my beloved brother at 15:00 and was asked to drop the girlies off at home by 16:00. Luckily I have a key to his house and a remote for the gate, or else we would have waited till almost 16:30 before they got home. *face palm*

Anyways that is not the point of my post…

Biker Man and Wifey brought the girlies to us and stayed to braai. Rugby Man couldn’t make it cause he is on his Annual Rugby Trip in Hoedspruit and The Cop is on a course. Anyways, so Biker Man was asking about my new job, the possible new car I am looking to buy at the end of the year (he was already giving me advice about what to look out for…. just like a big brother should 😉 ) and he seemed genuinely interested in my life. It was a good evening.

Anyways, the point of my post is that after this weekend, I officially love the way kids look at the world.

I love their views and their attitudes towards the world around us and I love how genuine and true they are. I think it is a pity that as we grow up, we loose that “genuineness” along the way. Yes, I know, when we grow up we see many things that influence our lives. We end up being hurt and disappointed by the people around us but do we really have to lose that child like wonder and imagination?

I love that my nieces don’t judge a me as a person. They don’t care if I am dressed in the latest fashion or if my hair is long or short or up or down or pink or blue. They don’t care what I look like (body wise) or if I have a zit on my face or not. They aren’t fussed about thematerial things that I can offer them. It doesn’t that matter to them.

What does matter is that I am there for them. That I talk to them, read to them, sing with them, chase them around the house and tickle them. They love me for me and they trust that I will never let anyone hurt them. They know I will fight for them in any situation. That kind of love is genuine and I thank God everyday that I can experience it through them. It gives a person hope that not everything in the world is bad.

It turns out that I am allowed to feel so fiercely about the girlies. My brother said that if anything happens to him and Wifey, that the girlies will stay with me. My Mom will obviously have to help cause lets face it, there is still a lot to learn. So, it is official… I am considered their guardian. What a responsibility to have and what an honour, that my brother and wifey trust me so much.

Anyways, so that’s my musing for today.
Have a happy Wednesday.