Jaap Verduijn
New member
Greetings all! I've been kind of AWOL for some time, due to the rather imbecilic fact that I went far too late to see a doctor with a range of complaints that for too many years I'd ignored in a careless manner. Result: what must have started already years ago as a simple and easily repairable case of prostate cancer, has now metastasized into my whole spine, a bunch of ribs, almost all of the pelvis, and a few other sundry spots. Can't be healed anymore, only slowed down - presently with hormone treatment, and soon with additional chemo therapy.
Prognosis: the old bugger's going, but he's definitely not gone yet (pleased grin)! The biggest risk for now and the foreseeable future is breaking some of the afflicted bones, which gives me relief from the horrible prospect of having to do any physical work - let's always look on the bright side of life!
For those who may be interested in intimate pictures of a bloke's body I post the bone scan: left is front, right is back. I look like one of the "101 Dalmatians"... woof woof, bark bark!
As you may notice I'm not particularly upset. It's quite likely that I still have several years to go, and if not: I've had a good run for my money. I travelled the whole world way back in the 1960's when it was still something special, I've had two collections of beautiful Pickelhauben before I needed to sell them again, there are many close friends of mainly the female variety around me, I've written and am still writing lots of books, three lovely cats share my home, my two daughters are both doing very well, and their mother AKA my ex visits me every week and drives me back and forth to the hospital whenever needed for consults, injections, infusions, scans, or simply the umpteenth doctor poking his (or preferable her :wink: ) finger up my wrinkled ass.
Me living in the Netherlands means that I won't go bankrupt before I croak: I'm insured and all that medical bullshit won't cost me a cent - apart from my monthly insurance premium of 110 euros or so. Nevertheless I don't see me expanding my number of Pickelhauben - as an old age pensioner I'm on a fixed income and I reckon the three pictured ones will remain all there is. But look to the left of them: one of my cats! "Fietje" which is short for Fiona - the youngest of my three felines. A man with one or more Pickelhauben and one or more cats is a lucky man - which indeed I consider myself to be
So you probably won't see me joyfully posting pictures of "latest acquisitions" and such but... with great interest I'll keep following all y'alls adventures in the fascinating world of Pickelhauben! And of course I may contribute some of my matchless insights every now and then
Keep the faith - whatever that may be.
Prognosis: the old bugger's going, but he's definitely not gone yet (pleased grin)! The biggest risk for now and the foreseeable future is breaking some of the afflicted bones, which gives me relief from the horrible prospect of having to do any physical work - let's always look on the bright side of life!
For those who may be interested in intimate pictures of a bloke's body I post the bone scan: left is front, right is back. I look like one of the "101 Dalmatians"... woof woof, bark bark!
As you may notice I'm not particularly upset. It's quite likely that I still have several years to go, and if not: I've had a good run for my money. I travelled the whole world way back in the 1960's when it was still something special, I've had two collections of beautiful Pickelhauben before I needed to sell them again, there are many close friends of mainly the female variety around me, I've written and am still writing lots of books, three lovely cats share my home, my two daughters are both doing very well, and their mother AKA my ex visits me every week and drives me back and forth to the hospital whenever needed for consults, injections, infusions, scans, or simply the umpteenth doctor poking his (or preferable her :wink: ) finger up my wrinkled ass.
Me living in the Netherlands means that I won't go bankrupt before I croak: I'm insured and all that medical bullshit won't cost me a cent - apart from my monthly insurance premium of 110 euros or so. Nevertheless I don't see me expanding my number of Pickelhauben - as an old age pensioner I'm on a fixed income and I reckon the three pictured ones will remain all there is. But look to the left of them: one of my cats! "Fietje" which is short for Fiona - the youngest of my three felines. A man with one or more Pickelhauben and one or more cats is a lucky man - which indeed I consider myself to be
So you probably won't see me joyfully posting pictures of "latest acquisitions" and such but... with great interest I'll keep following all y'alls adventures in the fascinating world of Pickelhauben! And of course I may contribute some of my matchless insights every now and then
Keep the faith - whatever that may be.