What did someone say to you that instantly made you realize their life was in danger?

He had surgery, the longest cranium surgery at the hospital to date … (my brother did NOTHING small!). He was diagnosed with GBM, a cancerous, 100% fatal, brain tumor. He was given 5 months to live.

I’m going to include some of his deployment pictures — he’s a strikingly handsome man!

So in December he had developed a lung infection. It was not good at all! He knew he wanted to die in our childhood home in Kansas, and it was not looking good for him to make it but of course he fought and HARD. As I said before, my brother did NOTHING small. He became a news story back home: “Dying soldier needing to get from Texas to Kansas via medical transport.” Our community was amazing! They had all but gotten him on the plane and bless him he developed a clot so he couldn’t fly.

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I have heard of people with these tumors that became belligerent and hateful. Not him! He was a 6’2”, 300 lb. (steroids) teddy bear! He LOVED his kid sister; we are only 22 months apart LOL. His kid sister that he used to not be able to stand! I became his nurse. I had always wanted to be a nurse; I think this is why God put that in me. Anyway I spent many days and nights with him as we lived so close.

Towards the end of the deployment, a month shy of his homecoming and his 38th birthday, he started feeling odd. Headaches and dizzy, just off. It was chalked up to PTSD until it could not be overlooked any longer. His symptoms escalated, he had projectile vomiting and almost black-out spells. They sent him to Germany and there they found a golfball sized tumor in his brain.

Oh mah GEEZ now I have to say something. I asked the doc if I could explain this to him he said “Sure.”

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He was then sent Stateside for surgery, to San Antonio, I was married to a soldier at the time and, by the grace of God, my brother and husband at the time were both stationed at Ft. Hood so we were able to easily get to him in San Antonio.

Back story: my brother was 38 years old, he had joined the Army at the age of 36 after a long battle with an opioid addiction (this plays into the story later). He had lost everything and decided he would enlist as it had been a dream of his since he was a little boy. Seeing as he had nothing to lose he went for it. He had not accomplished much to date so we were very happy for him!

Then that precious man kicked me out. So his wife then explained everything again and he wrote, “ I don’t want to die!” “I can fight.” (UH DUH!!!!) and the most powerful thing of all: “IHOP!”

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

I miss that man like CRAZY! I will also say I can not IMAGINE going through this life without that last month with him! He was funny, he got his IHOP and we all got closure. Including him.

NOW fast-forward from December 2010 to January 2012. He slowly declined but not nearly what we were told would happen. My brother was a FIGHTER, a strong-willed, stubborn, fighter! He was so amazing,

I took my brother’s chin and gently turned it to me as he was intubated. I said, “Brother, they are going to take this tube out of your mouth and you’re going to die!”

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Now mind you, my brother has a brain tumor; he’s on the drug fentanyl and frankly not really in the mood to listen to the doctor. Doctor explains how they are going to take the tube out and give him morphine and, right then and there, he quit listening. I know he did. He heard “morphine,” he was like “Yup!” Then it was explained how he would pass away.

At this point my dad has called our pastor back home and there were 6 people around his bed his rubbing arms and legs. And plain as day God said, “Say something.” I argued (I know! Who argues with God?). And he said “If you do it, what’s the worst that will happen?” I mouthed to his wife, “Does he understand?” She shook her head “yes” and rubbed his hand. I asked his friend the same question. “Yes.”

On his 37th birthday he was deployed to Afghanistan. He was an Engineer and he was THRIVING! He had finally found his niche! He loved every minute of his deployment, he was in the best shape of his life and climbing rank as fast as they could promote him.

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Now this is where I walk in. I get to the hospital and mom is about to pass out and she tells me he’s done fighting. BS! I storm to the room and the doctor was there explaining everything.

He lived until March 22, 2012. He passed at 1:40 am with myself, my parents and probably 20 friends all around him. That last month was AMAZING. He saw so many friends from high school, coaches, of course family. He was so precious! He didn’t seem to suffer at ALL. I guess the irony of his condition was he didn’t know he was terminally ill.

He buckled his eyebrows at me. I said, “Why do you think dad called the pastor? That’s why everyone is here.”

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This man loved food!! LOL So they did not kill him. It was now February. He left the hospital on meds to keep him alive as long as possible.

As my mom was passing out my dad was holding her up against the wall at the hospital, my mom breathed out, “He wants the tube out he’s going to die.”

In the meantime it was presented that he needed a chest tube to save his life or, since he was terminal, they could decide to pull the tube and let him die. He had eloped before his deployment — he was married to a very much younger woman who was not ready for the cancer and the huge responsibility he became.

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