Wife Of Brian...
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Im so sorry
Brian, I'm so very sorry. She was a heckva gal. I know how you feel. My partner died in 95, very suddenly too.
If you need to talk, message me on Facebook.
XO,
Gene
If you need to talk, message me on Facebook.
XO,
Gene
You have my condolences. Brian
A similar thing happened to my freind Debbie. on the 4th of this month, she left behind her husband and son who turned 13 on the 8th.
[over 2500 were at her celibration as she was invoved in minor hockey , lacrosse and the local auto racing sceen.]
anyhow take care.
A similar thing happened to my freind Debbie. on the 4th of this month, she left behind her husband and son who turned 13 on the 8th.
[over 2500 were at her celibration as she was invoved in minor hockey , lacrosse and the local auto racing sceen.]
anyhow take care.
I agree DH.
The first time I really became aware of her on the forums was your thread about her buying a van out of the blue one day.
I'll remember her special brand of humor. I'm so sorry Brian.
Forgive us for going on a bit aboit it, Plec, we had no idea how unwell she was.
At least she had the diner, and all the fun that ensued there.
And she might be past the zombie stage, but what about the cybernetic leg. Have you removed the AI chip? There could be problems...
At least she had the diner, and all the fun that ensued there.
And she might be past the zombie stage, but what about the cybernetic leg. Have you removed the AI chip? There could be problems...
In that spirit, then, I offer:
[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkxCHybM6Ek&feature=related[/yt]
Though I didn't know either of you personally, WifeOfBrian stuck in my mind with her clever username and fun banter, and you two were some of the folks who always popped to mind when I'd think of the TrekBBS.
I'm sorry, Pleco. I'm so sorry.
We will be happy to do her bidding once more: We will remember her. We will.
We will be happy to do her bidding once more: We will remember her. We will.
Plec, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to...and I admit I should know more about this than I do, given that my dad's a doctor* ... but how exactly does a blood clot kill? Did it break loose and travel to the brain?
*and since my best friend died of similar circumstances a few years ago. But I guess it's not the same since in his case it was a brain hemorrhage, not a clot.
*and since my best friend died of similar circumstances a few years ago. But I guess it's not the same since in his case it was a brain hemorrhage, not a clot.
[medical interlude begins]
It sounds like she had a massive pulmonary embolism.
These usually start off as a blood clot in a leg or large vein (deep vein or even a caval thrombosis) which can form for various reasons, a large chunk of which breaks off and travels to the heart - and from anatomy, the first thing they usually go to is the pulmonary trunk and pulmonary arteries leading to the lungs. If the clot is big enough, or if the patient is unfortunate enough, the large clot can block off access to both pulmonary arteries (a saddle embolus, as the clot only just gets beyond the right ventricle of the heart and blocks off the main pulmonary trunk), leading to massive backpressure on the heart, instant chest pain and breathlessness, circulatory collapse, and in many cases cardiac arrest either at the time or shortly afterwards.
It's a medical emergency, nowadays treated in a similar way as heart attacks with clot busting medicine, or in a few cases surgical thrombectomy, and always with senior expertise, but from what I've seen, the diagnosis is usually retrospective post mortem (though not necessarily needing a post mortem examination) as the patient often does not survive for very long after the event without a very high degree of clinical suspicion, rapid diagnosis, and very aggressive management.
[medical interlude ends]
Dude...
Sorry for your loss
Plecostomus
Commodore
For those of you who must know, and maybe it'll help me get over this part of it.
We were at the mall. We were sitting in the food-court I was using my laptop to catch up on emails and we were eating lunch. She got up said she was going to go to Sears, I got up said I was going to the game-store.
About an hour later they paged me over the mall PA told me to report to mall security at once.
I flagged down the mall cop, and he more or less dragged me to the front of Sears.
She had walked there, sat down, talked to some lady, then got up and sat right back down and tried to send a text message then she got up and fell over face first.
Apparently whatever "got" her got her totally because they couldn't get a heartbeat with the AED, nor could the paramedics with their "more better" equipment.
From what I gather she was gone before I got there.... this sounds nasty but its better that way at least I didn't have to watch her leave... on the other hand she did die alone in a mall full of strangers so yeah that is rotten and selfish.
The part that has me in floods is she tried to text me before she passed out but she sent the message to the home phone not my cellphone... twice.
dam. plec I'm sorry to hear of your loss
Brian I have tried to find something helpful to say for a while now but I have nothing. So instead I will take a cue from you...
I will watch for the killbot you are naming in her honor and give myself to her minions freely, without any reservation. Even though she is no longer on this plain of existence, her extreme awesomeness will live on in her words, actions and ongoing plans for world domination. Resistance is futile. We will cherish her always... and be filled with terror and laughter. I can think of no better way to be remembered.
I will watch for the killbot you are naming in her honor and give myself to her minions freely, without any reservation. Even though she is no longer on this plain of existence, her extreme awesomeness will live on in her words, actions and ongoing plans for world domination. Resistance is futile. We will cherish her always... and be filled with terror and laughter. I can think of no better way to be remembered.
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