I hope this true story is of interest and helpful to/for interns and all whom reads it. The story has been stretched but the facts are there.I was born in the evening of Tuesday the 21st June 1955 as a caesarean baby bum fist too, at a hospital in a little town called Ville Marie in the province of Quebec Canada. We lived in laver loc here at the time(another little town in Quebec),but being special I was born in a hospital. was the first born in a hospital out of nine children.I wasn't anxious to enter this century(i guess).My nom had problems with my delivery on top of that, her dinner was disturbed(but it was worth it).One month later ,we moved to Chelmsford Ontario Canada .My mom told me I was a real bad baby, crying all the time for no apparent reason .She took me to the doctors at the age of three and nothing was found to be wrong ,so we went home .I don't know how many times she took me to see the same doctor at the same hospital, this time an x-ray taken.Something showed on the x-ray but it was blurry ,nothing was done .My parents took me home very discouraged.....Sudbury is a city known for its nickel  mines .It was told to me by my oldest brother ,the mines interrupted the       x-rays ,it was suggested to my parents to transports me to the hospital for sick children in Toronto  canada  for further tests .Before we left for Toronto ,I was a visitor at St-Joseph hospital again ,my father was admitted at the same hospital as i was for a cyst on his head ,it was removed with no complications ,and that was the end of that.(At that same hospital, I was interviewed on a French  radio station but that's all I remember/if i find out why I was intervied from a family member i'll let you know).Not me,I was a visitor a while longer, they tried to see if they could find the problem by looking through my spine but could not, so off to the big city we went/my oldest brother, my mom and I. Well ,I was admitted on august 1959,and on September 2nd,Iwas prepared for exploratory surgery, they could see what was causing the problem, tried to solve it but things started to happen, my blood pressure went up, I started shaking, my heart was beating slower and slower so they just removed what they could of my tumour that was that. I was released to my home town in good shape,for one week I was fine. One morning, I woke up,in my little red underwear,my mom made for me, went in there bedroom, I would assume was to tell them I had a headache,....off to the hospital I went. My mom could only get appointments in the afternoon,I was fine by then active,alert, playing with other children/doing all the things cute little brats do.......When we got to my appointment I was examined and still everything was fine,the doctor told my mom I was spoiled and wanted attention .Well,my mom was enraged,she said"my daughter is not spoiled, she is sick".My parents could not afford this trip at all,until my moms best friend(Alfred & Laurette St-Onge)gave them the money so we could go to toronto(they saved my life)The next thing I knew this little spoiled kid was admitted in toronto hospital.I was vomiting,dizzy(not bad for a spoiled kid eh....).Well,I was in the operating room again,it was just an asperation that last only(a ball park figure)20 min.they took out liquid that was redish brown color,sewed me up with 4 or 5 stiches and later released feeling great as usual....Is this getting boring for you.....?Well,its pretty much the same for a while.In 1960 I started kindergarten and loved it,according to my report card,I got along with other children very well.I was ok all though the year.Everybody in Chelmsford thought it was over,until the middle of grade one I was sick again..This was getting very sad for my parents,nine mouths to feed and my father drinking like a hole.My mom worked her butt off for us kids to put food on the table,he drank most of everything she made.I know it won't do any good,but I blame him for her so called life....This trip,we went by train,it was a little cheaper but when your poor,its still expensive.I read in my medical history that that was the BIGGEST cyst astrocytomas tumor the doctor has ever seen in a head.I was sewed up,felt great like always and in a few weeks went home.I was late stating school but the people of Chelmsford didn't care about that they were more concerned of my well being.The kids did't stare or laugh at my semi bald head,we certainly had class back then.Today they would point fingures,laugh at you,call you names and the year would never end.For over a year,things went well,participating in class activities,playing with the other kids at recess.When I was six years old,I made my first communion,all dressed in a cute white dress with a very wide wight crinalline,ass you will see on some pictures.On the 27th december 1961,my older sister made the trip with my parents and I to the big city because my parents english was poor,they spoke french and very little english.That year,I was only six years old,the sister that came with us was 16 years old,thats the only reason I can think of was to translate to my mom to make sure she understood what they were saying to her.Well,it was a few days before x-mas and was admitted again.It was exciting for me because the whole floor was decorated in Christmas things,nurses and doctors were gathering all the kids in the hospital hall only to hear galloping and bells,and out of nowhere,I saw"THE" joly fat man that I heard so much about but never saw.He was jiggling and HOHOING for a long time,there was Christmas carols being sang by the nurses,doctors and parents,there was balloons on my bed,little girls that were not in beds were walking around with barbie dolls and little boys had G.I.Joes or something.I received a doll that I cherished for years all kinds of candies,puppets ,teddy bear etc...It was a better Christmas in the hospital then at home,I never had a nice Christmas after that.All good things  must come to an end.Christmas time ended real fast because a few days later I was in the operating room.My head of bushy permed hair,was always shaved,,only left me a little hair on the side and my bangs,well,the fluid in my head was now a yellowish orange color,before it was brownish red,I was getting brighter(lololol).My youngest brother was two  years old and my mom was probably tired of these little trips so good ol toronto had to put up with my father,older sister and myself for my yearly check-up.I was ok For one whole week....After the week was over,I was sick again,puking my guts out.I was admitted at the same hospital with no relief of my headachs