About My Blog.

Welcome! This is "Catatonic Digressions."
Most readers don't understand my blog's title. It's an old inside joke from a forum long gone. I was going to change it, but since it's been "confusing" for so long, I decided to leave it. Don't worry about what it means, the content of the blog is what matters...or not

Unfortunately, my blog isn't what I set out for it to be. A sick woman in Orleans, MA began stalking me in 2007 on Myspace. Since that time, this woman obsessed over me to the point of having the police come to her home and threaten to confiscate her laptop. She is a racist and anti-Semite.I could no longer blog freely, knowing this nutbag was just going to take the photos I'd post and put them on a child exploitation website.

This site is only up for the information it has that others might need to know about. That information is about "Seal Shepherd" aka Michael McDade, Kat McAboy aka Marilyn McAboy and Veronika Hompo, a self-proclaimed Nazi.

I'm a real person. I'm real and I don't pretend to be someone I'm not. After years of putting up with online abuse by manipulative, pathological liars, attention whores or narcissists, I've had it. Don't bother me with pathetic drama. I have no time for these types of people and their need to absorb others' time and attention.

This blog is no longer used. I've retired it for the most part unless something very important comes up.

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Thursday, March 12, 2009

My Father Had Brain Surgery — Success! NO CANCER in the Brain.

Yesterday, my father had the MRI to map his brain for the surgery. We knew the day before that brain surgery was almost the only option left, and if the MRI didn't show any roadblocks, the surgery would happen not too long after. All of us were on pins and needles, except my Dad. He knew this was his only option. He wanted the surgery.

Since last Thursday, we've all been unbelievably stressed to the maximum because of his condition. His lung cancer tumor has been shrinking, and so has the liver tumor. Both are smaller by 40%. We'd all just found out a few days earlier. He was more active and feeling better, and in fact, he was doing tax returns since it's "tax season." Suddenly, he became unable to lift his left arm, use the left hand or walk without the help of my brother. He was dizzy and tired. Even he knew that something was wrong. His hand swelled up and so did his left foot and calf. He was so tired, he could barely keep his eyes open.

By Thursday, he was almost immobilized.  All weekend, someone had to help with every move he made to make sure he didn't fall or trip. By Sunday night, it was BAD, and we were all very worried. We made a list of the observations we all noticed over the days — especially just on Sunday — and called the oncologist's on-call doctor. We were told to call 911 and get him admitted ASAP. Of course my Dad didn't want to go; he wanted to go to sleep. Earlier in the night, though, he knew something was wrong, and he told me. He said, "My brain is muddy." He told me he couldn't find words. He knew something was happening. We made the right decision in getting him into the hospital. There was swelling on the brain.

The brain cancer is gone. It was gone. CyberKnife had worked. The necrotized tumor caused pressure and swelling, and had to be removed. It was the size of a fingernail bed. My father was awake remarkably fast. The neurosurgeon said everything went amazingly well and that the right choice was made. We spoke to my Dad last night around 10pm, after they moved him from the surgical unit to the recovery ICU unit where visitation is allowed. He spoke with us and said he felt horrible. I told the nurse, and she said all brain surgery patients say that; it's the headache. Then he asked for some ice chips and said, "When can I go home?"

Today he's doing even better. The doctors all say it's remarkable. He is recovering better and faster than some people half his age.

Thank God for this wonderful blessing.

My son Harry and my Dad, summer 2008.

Mom and Dad on a trip, late winter 2008.

My Dad and his best friend since childhood, in my parents yard.

All images with my father are ©2009 Suzanne / spookie, All Rights Reserved. Not to be used without permission. Any unauthorized usage will result in prosecution. 


  1. Please leave me alone. I have not discussed you in at least six months. I leave you alone. I expect the same courtesy in return.

  2. How dare you comment back on a completely different blog entry, Amy. Did you find some pleasure in choosing the blog entry about my father's brain surgery? Why didn't you just comment on the blog in which you're mentioned? Are you that sick? Two peas in a pod.

    Don't tell me to leave you alone. I did nothing but ask you why you allow your friend to post disgusting and beyond cruel blogs, while you are so well aware it's all lies. You seem to have a little catch-22 going on — if they're adopted, you'll not only stand up for them, you'll back them up even they are criminals and/or horrific abusers, but if they are NOT, well then, you sit there on your fat ass and do nothing — that must be some way to live. Does your personal adoption issue make you as cold and empty as The Improper Adoptee? I can't seem to find a reason you cannot acknowledge the harassment of my family members, the blatant abuse of my toddler (exploiting him as well by putting him on an adult site, mind you) and the perverse sickness of your friend's entire hate blog… sex with animals.

    You get and deserve NO courtesy from me. You had a hand in some of the abuse towards me, and I am well aware.

    "Please leave me alone." Well, isn't that "amusing." Is that not what I asked you to tell you friend almost one year ago? Instead, you decided to victimize me further by agreeing with your internet buddy. You blogged about me a few times, and then never once posted a retort when that sicko posted numerous times claiming I hacked your stupid blog and removed those entries. You deleted them, and we both know that.

    You know I never posted your children or exploited them, yet you see how your mentally ill pal claims I did… and you sit there, silent.

    You'd been asked to keep an open mind, no? To not just believe all you're told by her, and you became angered by that. You took that and made a angry mob-scene reaction of it, just because someone — a stranger on the internet; Improper Adoptee — told you a pile of crap and shoveled down your neck.

    Well, it's quite plain to see now — she's a cyberbully and abuses people via the internet, and she puppeted others to make calls to check who answers. Yep. No coincidence when I trace a hang-up call to an adoptee in another state. I know the game, Amy. Did she let you in on it?

    I never posted anything that you and your 'net-pal didn't post about me. I posted only public information. I removed it within 36 hours or less. "IA" is trying to say that your husband was exploited — give me a break. And the joke image/pic of a man with a wind-up key in his back? Did that really mean anything to you that was so serious that you would sit back while a demented pervert (your friend) posts a child on a bestiality blogsite? Don't dare tell me that one blog entry really upset you and your husband; not when you were the one who had a few blogs about me on your site already, full of libel, and you were the idiot who claimed I called you a dyke when I called you a kook — as in kooky. (Wow Wow Wubbzy style no less!) It was simply to show you that two can play YOUR game. I gave you that courtesy you speak of back then. You don't deserve it now, because you sat silent, letting her post vile deviant blogs with a child on them, and you didn't once post a comment when she blogged non-stop about how you were hacked, victimized, had your children posted and so on — all total libel and meant to defame my name.

    Don't cross the line again, Amy. You threatened me in the past, and I have the record of it in full.

    Don't you ever post on my blog again, and don't you dare post out of line. This was disrespectful and rude beyond human behaviour. You've got a lot of nerve.