Actually 2019 started very promising(ly?). We found a new home in Osterburg (Sachsen-Anhalt/Germany), we could afford a nice flat, we had everything we needed. Vil’s Job was a total success, he liked his team, he fulfilled or exceeded all needed KPIs. He won pixes and was awarded several times for exceptional customer and colleague feedback.

Everything went very well until June 2019, when Vil got really, really sick.

tl;dr

One day Vil woke up, felt quite sick and that was the start of a very long hospital journey.

He is used to regular nausea and pain in the morning and most of the time he can fix himself with some Primperan, MCP or something else, but that day was different.

He went to his GP to get a second opinion, some medication and a sick cert. The GP draw some blood, gave him a shot of MCP and a Domperion drip added with a nice selection of painkillers.

“I will call you when I got the results. After the infusion is finished you go home and try to get some rest.” the doctor said.

It’s tea time.

Half an hour later after the infusion was finished Vil went home and drank some chamomile tea. “It’s tea my time, again”, he said. The MCP started to kick in and nausea slowly faded away slowly. The pain is not completely gone, but he could stand it without more painkillers.

Results are back – Infection and inflammation.

Two hours later the GP called. “The results are back and you need to go to the hospital straight away and no time to be wasted. I already arranged a pickup ambulance for you. Pack a few things and be ready to be picked up.” So he was sent to Seehausen to fight the actual emergency situation.

The first diagnose was “possibly pancreatic cancer”, but luckily for him, after a biopsy, it was confirmed it wasn’t. “Just” a chronic inflammation of the pancreas garnished with plenty of stones, but not the “rolling ones”.

A five to six-hour lasting Whipple-Procedure needed to be performed in a specialised hospital in Berlin. They rewired his internals, removed the gall bladder a part of the pancreas. A planned three-day stay in the ICU extended more than a two-weeks with all imaginable ups and downs.

Later, after being released from ICU, he needed to go to a rehab facility to learn what and how to eat because everything inside him was completely modified. Another four weeks. ….

Here is the complete story with all the gruesome insides.

The Aftermath

After he was back on track and ready to return to his job Vil’s contract was not extended despite the promise of his manager that everything is ok, because “management considered the risk to employ him permanently too high, despite his excellent KPIs.”

Well, workwise back to square one. Searching for a job.

Alive and broke.

2019 really sucked, it was a real rollercoaster and currently, we might lose our flat and all our belongings because we have no money to pay the rent or any other bills. Why this?, you might ask. Well, Vil was not working long enough in Germany to be entitled to any welfare, so he needs to prove his employment in Amsterdam, but this is another country and paperwork is slow and bureaucratic.  Mow we need to wait for or PD-U1 form to arrive and until then we are very tight on the money. Ok, when the PD-U1 will arrive we will get a very nice payment and everything will be fine again, but until then we need to survive with no money and most likely with no flat.

Well,…

All this sounds pretty depressing, but we are still in a good mood, because “Vil fucking cheated death!”. YES. he is alive and well and that is everything that counts!