Way back in 1979, when I was 16, I was told that I would die. You have to remember that a 16 year old in 1979 is more like a 10 year old today.
I had just returned from a very noisy CT scan, when a houseman came to my bed. He said that they had found a massive tumour and that I would be dead in 6 months; I was on my own.
He said that the only way to save my life was to have an operation to remove it. In 1979, medicine and particularly neurosurgery was in the dark ages. Being so young, I was very naïve and I was never told that I had less than a 50:50 chance of coming off the operating slab alive.
But, I did survive and once I had recovered, the surgeon came to see me and told me that they had taken all of the tumour away and that I would lead a normal life. Whether it was a lack of medical knowledge at the time or not but that statement was not true.
The tumour had caused epilepsy before the operation but the act of the operation itself caused epilepsy some years later, from which there is no cure as the epilepsy is now caused by all of the massive scar tissue from the original operation. Thankfully, it is controlled now and I no longer fit except some night fits on occasions.
But the scar tissue has had an even more dramatic effect on me, as I am now intolerant to stress; that is why the actions of the police caused me so much damage and I have to lead a very quiet life. The police have a lot to answer for but the Isle of Wight thugs just did not care a damn.
So the damage that is irreparable has been done. My family wanted to ruin me and they used the Isle of Wight thugs as foot soldiers, with a direct link to Leverton because of the family’s masonic contacts.
My family and particularly the police have known this all along, right from when I started this blog in 2018 but they carried on regardless and have caused more damage to my mental health than was ever there before