Here are two old posts by pfattkatt about himself:
1.I grew up in a very urban area of Flatbush, in Brooklyn, NY. In those days, people had kids, families of less than 4 were a rarity. My neighborhood was working class, all apartment houses, and back then "rent control" was the order of the day, so nobody moved, and you got to know all your neighbors. My parents owned some land in Delaware Co., NY, and that was very rural, the nearest house was a mile and a half away, the nearest town about 3 miles. For easter, 1960, when I was 7, my father bought me a rabbit, just a little, cute bunny, to "teach me what it is like to care for another living creature." We lived on the 4th floor of a walk up apt., not the prototypical rabbit environment, but I was pumped to get this cute little bunny. I used to make deliveries for the "Grand fruit Market." a little mom and pop size store, and I had an inexhaustible supply of the remnants from every box of lettuce, and any other leafy produce, along with the carrot, cucumber, potato, and any other kind of peel you can imagine. The rabbit grew rapidly, eventually he got to big for any scale we were aware of, the highest weight we actually recorded was 38 pounds, and he grew to be nearly 2x that size. One thing about rabbits, is you cannot housebreak them, so a good part of my daily routine was sweeping rabbit pellets from the floor. Some people in the neighborhood had little gardens, and they wanted the pellets for fertilizer, so I saved the pellets for them. One elderly Italian gent made wine from virtually anything that grew out of the ground, and he was very generous about distributing that wine to those of us who wished to drink it, and, of course, he would drink with us. One afternoon, I stopped by with a bag of pellets, and he had a relative from "the old country" visiting him. They had a good head start with the wine, but I was welcomed, and joined in. I put the pellets down, and this vistor popped one into his mouth. I started to say something, but the wine maker stopped me, and let his relation feast on those scrumptious delicacies. This continued daily, until the relative returned home. One afternoon, I was called on to make a delivery to that same house, and the vintners wife, who I rarely ever got to see, accepted the delivery, and tipped me. She then asked me this question: Do you know why my brother always had diarrhea while he was here? I couldn't help laughing, and, while I didn't spill the beans, she knew what treasures I brought for her husband, and figured the rest out. She went to my mother, got a few pounds of pellets for herself, and cooked them into her husbands dinner. He liked it!!! and thereafter, once a week, she made a rabbit pellet pie for him. The rabbit lived about 7 years, eventually succumbing to old age, and is buried alongside Jimmy Hoffa in a secret grave.
I go back into the hospital Monday, 7/9, for a 2nd bone marrow transplant. Please let me thank all of you who have been so supportive during my illness. I will be in the hospita for 2-3 weeks. The worst of it is nights in the hospital. The nurses come around just about every time we fall soundly asleep to check vitals, administer meds, and such. The bmt itself isn't as bad as it sounds, I felt like I had a bad hangover for about a month and a half. Not nice, but it could be worse. All things considered, I really have no complaints. I'll by 59 Aug 5th, and aside from this cancer, I have been healthy, sickeningly healthy my whole life. This, despite the fact that I have not lived a healthy lifestyle. I started smoking when i was 11, as a trucker, almost everything I ate was dripping with grease, I've overindulged with alcohol, drugs and women, and now, other than cancer, I am in good health. My heart lungs, kidneys, prostate, liver, etc., all in good shape. I have a 2 mile route I walk with my dogs 4-5 times a day, and frequently, in hot weather, I'll walk another 5 miles without the dogs,, because it gets too hot for them. If anyone has an extra team they don't want and would like to donate it, that would be awesome. My phone number is 484-788-8186, anyone who would like to call, 24/7, I would love to hear from you. Please remember me in your prayers, I am certain many prayers have been answered in my behalf, and I thank you for them. Ultimately, nothing matters, other than God, our friends, and the people we love. I hope I can leave that as my legacy.