What the worst thing?

[thehardaway]

Having to identify my younger sister, who died in a car crash last year.
The image will never, ever go away

 

[harry_hawka]

Originally posted by Lockyer24
I'd be too embarassed to post anything as it's not 1/100000th as bad as most of the posts done already.

Good thread for some perspective, this.

I agree. I can't even remember anything in my life that I could post in this thread, nothing comes to mind at all. The fact that I don't appreciate this everyday makes me completely naive to the real struggles of life, ones that have been experienced by most posting on this thread.

My sincerest thoughts to all of you who have experienced such horrible times throughout your life. All the best to Donfan during this time, and all the best to others who have to live these nightmares each and every day.

 

[_espoir]

beaten and r*ped by a guy i liked in highschool along with his friends. then being afraid of everything and everyone...to the point where i was locking myself in my room...ready to kill myself.

.....

best of luck to DF along with anyone else thats going thru something similar to that!

 

[carn_the_nmfc]

Originally posted by Pieman7
Probably seeing my mother battle lung and stomach cancer for the last five years, radiation treatment, chemotherapy, three or four operations etc its been hell, final blow came in April last year when scans revealed the tumours on her lungs have reappeared and the doctors say its uncureable now.

Sorry to hear about your mum.

 

[EssJayW]

Cmon fellas. on all them faces. When you wake up in the morning just think, today is the beginning of the rest of my life. You cant undo your past, so look to the future. Ask yourself. Do I really want to let these terrible things that have happened, ruin my life. Do it for your sick mum or your sick dad or brother or sister or friend or mate. Use them to inspire you. And dont let the bastards win.

 

[P_D]

Originally posted by DonFan
He had an endoscopy(the procedure where they stick a camera down your throat to have a look at your stomach). He complained afterwards that he was in pain. A little while later he went into shock. Tests revealed that they had split his esophagus when they did the endoscopy. They helicoptered him from Toowoomba where my parents live to Brisbane hospital. They removed his esophagus and they are feeding him through a drip. If he does survive he will probably have to be on a drip for the rest of his life.

THE EXACT same thing happened to my grandmother... she went in for a routine heart mitral valve replacement... and they punctured her esophagus with a tube...

As you would have seen, DonFan, it takes A LOT out of the individual whom this happens to...

They had to remove my grandmother's rib to get live muscle to cover over the oesophagus, which did work.

4 Months later she was allowed to leave Intensive Care.

Don't mean to shock you, but people do recover (in time) from this sort of thing. Best wishes to you

 

[skilts]

I was doing some selling in Wagga Wagga, in 1975 and I was staying in a motel there. At 3A.M. I found out that Wagga was about to be cut off from the rest of the world, because of floods. Had to pack up and return to Canberra, where I lived.

At 10 A.M., there was a knock at the door and it was the cops, who turned up to tell me my best mate had died in Melbourne. They then told me he'd been murdered. I cracked completely.

I got in my car, further sleep being out of the question, and drove to Melbourne. All the way down, the murder was all over the radio and newspapers. When I got to Melbourne I went to see the Homicide Squad and they ham-fistedly informed me that I was a suspect. Luckily, I had an alibi, so they didn't hassle me for more than a couple of hours.

The murderer has never been caught, which is what hurts most. I think I know who did it, but I have no proof. If the murderer was whom I think it was, he's now dead too, as the result of another violent altercation. This bloke seems to have been responsible for up to ten murders, over a ten year period.The coppers couldn't give a ****, it seems. The case is cited at Melbourne Uni. Law School as an example of how NOT to run a homicide investigation.

As with a previous poster on this thread, I've also experienced my partner suffering a still-birth, six months into a pregnancy. Hideous.

Despite all of this, I consider myself to be an optimist about life. There's just no way of anticipating blind bad luck, or predicting which people are born ****holes.

 

[Runk]

Best of luck with your Dad DonFan.

The worst thing for me? Well about six years ago my younger brother was playing footy for Williamstown CYMS and in a game he got crunched in a marking pack and seemed to cop a knee in the ribs. He was stretchered off and taken to the Doctor. He was diagnosed with cracked ribs. A couple of days later he kept complaining about stomach pains and saw another Doctor. Again diagnosed with cracked ribs.

Another two days at about 12am he stumbled into my room pale as a ghost screaming at me to take him to a hospital. I helped him into my car and ran every red light in front of me to get him there. He was put immemdiately onto a drip and blood tests were taken. I sat in the waiting area for 30 minutes not knowing what was going on until a Dr came over to me to tell me my brother had a 20cm laceration in his liver and had internal bleeding. He then told me if it had been left any longer than 24hrs further he would've been dead. In time the wound healed with the hospitals help and he got better after spending three weeks in St Vincents.

Not three months later he complained of more stomach pains, this time my mother took him to an emergency room. He was quickly diagnosed with an 8cm twisted bowel (possibly a side effect of the original knock to the liver). He had to have his entire lower bowel removed, the dead part cut out, and put back together and placed back in his stomach. He now has a scar from his belly button to the top of his groin. It looks like a cesarian scar. During this time he could not eat anything, was on all sorts of drugs and had that many tubes sticking out of him he looked like a skeleton. When I saw him for the first time he was staring out the window ina chair with a blind drug hazed look in his eyes. I lost it completely. He doesn't remember me being there.
I vowed never to go back into hospitals. I hate the places.

 

[CharlieG]

Originally posted by Lockyer24
I'd be too embarassed to post anything as it's not 1/100000th as bad as most of the posts done already.

Good thread for some perspective, this.

For possibly the first time ever, Locky, you speak for me perfectly...

Wish I'd never opened this thread...

 

[MrMeaner]

I'm sure that this is therapeutic, so here it goes.

A few years ago I was shot by a family member. The build up was a long running family dispute that did not directly involve the shooter. I happened to turn at the right time and the bullet hit me in the arm. It was a hollow-point .22 which destroyed the bone in my upper arm (I now have a couple of plates in there). It also bruised a nerve which left me with only limited movement in my hand for a couple of months. Fortunately, I now have full use of my arm.

More of a problem was the fact that the incident happened at home. I could not stay at home by myself for some time afterwards.

Anyway, a few months later, despite the shooter making a video taped confession (he was coming to kill me and my parents) to the police and the tape being shown to the jury, the shooter was acquitted of all charges and now walks free.

He has hurt others since.

 

[Nic]

Originally posted by MrMeaner

Anyway, a few months later, despite the shooter making a video taped confession (he was coming to kill me and my parents) to the police and the tape being shown to the jury, the shooter was acquitted of all charges and now walks free.

He has hurt others since.

How in gods name did that happen??

 

[Zeke]

Originally posted by Nic
How in gods name did that happen??

It's called the 'justice' system.

 

[MrMeaner]

Originally posted by Nic
How in gods name did that happen??

I blame the jury system. Twelve people who aren't smart enough to get out of doing jury service sit in judgement over people.

As for what he said in the stand, I don't know. The prosecutor in his wisdom told me that it would be better (for the trial not me) if I did not remain in the court room after my testimony. However, the shooter did an interview on Today Tonight not long after being acquitted in which he said that the roof of the shed that he was standing on collapsed causing him to fire the weapon. That did not happen.

 

[PiedPiper]

I have read some of these horror stories and I have to admire the bravery of people to keep going, and to all those evil f**king bastards who do harm on to others, remember, every dog has it's day, and Universal Law will fix them up, good and proper.

I've had some **** happen to me in my life (close ones dying, cancer scare), and then some, and have suffered severe bouts of depression, but the sest you can do is take it one day at a time. A couple of brewskies and a joint or two doesn't hurt either...

The worst? My father dying close to my 21st ( and seeing someone suffer like that is absolutely heartbreaking) and my partner dying suddenly......I was the last person he spoke to 10 mins before his car ran off the road.....

 

[Joel]

My cousin had Leukaemia, he was 14 when he died. He died in 2001.

My mum, and dad had gone up to see him at hospital because it wasn't looking good, and they'd been visiting him at least once a week anyway. The Chemo hadn't worked, and he was becoming more and more fragile. I remember the last time I saw him before dying, he was at home, and he was fighting bravely to keep alive. However, unfortunately, he died, and I was pretty devasted (still are). Dad called me, and passed on the news, so I decided to drive my older brother, and my girlfriend to see him one last time. The image of him lying on the bed will never leave my mind. That's probably the most gut wrenching thing that has ever happened to me, apart from that, I think I've lived a pretty sheltered life.

 

[tribey]

Originally posted by MrMeaner
I blame the jury system. Twelve people who aren't smart enough to get out of doing jury service sit in judgement over people.

So true. I got called up for a period of jury duty back in early 2002, just as I was supposed to start uni. There was no way in hell I was going to fall 2-3 weeks behind everyone else if I could possibly help it, so I got my doctor to whip something up, hunted down a JP to view it and sign it and got excused on health-related grounds.

I pity the peanut who had to replace me.

 

[MrMeaner]

Originally posted by dyertribe
So true. I got called up for a period of jury duty back in early 2002, just as I was supposed to start uni. There was no way in hell I was going to fall 2-3 weeks behind everyone else if I could possibly help it, so I got my doctor to whip something up, hunted down a JP to view it and sign it and got excused on health-related grounds.

I pity the peanut who had to replace me.

Of course there are also some people who don't want to get out of it for whatever reason. They can be just as scary.

 

[lioness]

Well this certainly is a good thread for getting a bit of perspective. I've been feeling pretty sorry for myself in the last day or so because of something that I thought was the worst thing in the world but now it seems pretty small!

Anyways, I'll add my worst experience even though it doesn't compare to some that have been put here. Mine would be when I was 15 and my Dad (a Vietnam Veteran who was later diagnosed with PTSD and is no longer working or anything) tried to strangle me. If it wasn't for my sister walking into the kitchen and distracting him, I would have died. For a kid that was a pretty huge thing to go through and I was pretty shy and quiet BEFORE that!

Second worst would have to be having those ghosts brought back last night by someone I care very much about.