Alwyn’s son, Morgan ( my nephew ) is racing today – and sending a message out there.
Alwyn is currently under general anaesthetic in New York, having reconstruction to the floor of his left eye socket.
They are using a combination of titanium and plastic to hold his eye in the correct place for the rest of his life.
Whether this will lead to the eventual restoration of single vision ( as opposed to double – or to use the correct term, diplopia ) as well as normal coordinated movement with the other eye, plus his losing the numbness in his cheek and forehead, remains to be seen.
I wish him all the luck in the world for a positive outcome.
Myself and my friend, Terry Rodham, went to Stoke Mandeville Spinal Unit today ( my ‘home’ for 7 long months not so long ago )
The plan was to go there and meet the lady that is the chief physio and person in charge of physical rehab of the patients.
I’d come up with the idea that the best use of money from my charity fund was to refurbish/ re-equip/ improve/add to the gym that they have there, which from my time there I recall as being inadequate, too small and badly equipped.
It seemed to be shut far too often and lacking in the variety of ways to exercise post SCI.
In a world that is tied up too tight already in red tape, I predicted that there might be more objections and obstacles to suggestions than there would be suggestions – which proved to be the case.
Lack of space was the main obstacle. Terry and I pointed out that ‘modern’ gyms had various space efficient options, whereby all that was really needed was a wall.
It was apparent that there were quite a few walls in the Centre, but that was countered with such arguments as ‘ we do need somewhere to hang some art, which may give the patients more satisfaction’.
Having spent a fair bit of time there I don’t recall talking to any fellow patients that lamented the lack of paintings on the walls, but maybe I just didn’t talk to any of the art lovers ?
I won’t be put off, of course, and will press on with this, to find a way of making this happen.
The ‘ collection’ that I pressed for to raise money for the funeral costs of the late Selcuk, raised ( from the 150 people in the meeting ) realised a total of £240.
That’s £1.60 per person.
A friend of mine, Mike Smith, was so moved/ surprised by this, that he single-handedly doubled ( and a bit more ) the running total.
Mike has never met Selcuk.
Whilst that reminds me what a star Mike is, it reminds me of the lack of response from too many work colleagues ie there wasn’t one, when I suffered my own misfortune.
I wrote a few words / a tribute you could say, to Selcuk, to be read out at a Specsavers meeting that I, these days, find it very hard to attend.
The last 2 I went to, Selcuk pushed my wheelchair for me.
The last time, he already knew he had a brain tumour, yet was always there to help me, despite his own battles.
As I’ve previously alluded to, compassion isn’t a given with work colleagues, and I’ve found this with my own – saying nothing is the easiest thing to do.
Saying nothing has never been my style.
This is what I asked a friend and colleague, Irfan to read out. As always I tried to stick a little bit if humour in there too.
Irfan told me that those present did seem to listen intently.
Selcuk – ‘ a tribute ‘
Selcuk Arslan joined us in Specsavers, Staines, as a lab manager, about 15 years ago. He told us ( in his pigeon English – that never really got an awful lot better … ) that he had run optical outlets in Turkey and had some sort of optical professional qualification – that to be honest seemed a bit dodgy to say the least.
As we were pretty desperate at the time, and Sel maintained that he could glaze a bit, we offered him a job in the lab on a trial basis , not having much faith that it would work out…
I think it’s accurate to say that he proved to be the best lab tech that we ever had, quickly becoming the lab manager, and then a few years later the store manager ( continuing to confuse the patients of Staines with his Turk-lish dialect….)
Sel had that rare quality of being in authority, yet managing to keep everyone on his side, without pissing anyone off.
The staff were loyal to him, liked him, and never tried to take advantage of him.
The patients trusted his straightforward and honest delivery,borne out of knowing exactly what he was talking about. Not a single patient ever complained about anything that he’d ever said or done.
It was clear that after we had helped him get a British passport that he wanted to prove himself and get on in life. He was far too good to be just a store manager.
With our backing, he was approved by SOG and bought into Feltham, joining a former Optom partner who had simply the most awful history with retail partners. This lady had proven herself impossible to work with, upsetting several partners who had already left.
Selcuk, in his calm way, tolerated her and improved the business performance significantly. I know he felt less than happy with his partner yet kept his mouth shut and played her game, keeping friction to a minimum for years.
Eventually she announced that she was leaving the UK and selling her shares.
At that point Helen and I jumped at the chance of working again ( this time in partnership with ) alongside Selcuk.
We always knew that he would captain the ship and invite minimal outside help, even from us, and that was the way he proved to be. From that perspective he was the perfect partner, always doing the best thing, and never unable to deal with anything ( well, other than writing letters that unless you spoke Turk-lish too, made any sense – so I had to re-write a few of those for him ! )
He was such a decent, honourable man.
Honest to the last and dedicated to his job,even post diagnosis ( where many would have thrown it in )
He had another talent – that he rarely talked about – he was a Master Scuba dive instructor,having worked for many years in Turkey responsible for the teaching and safety of thousands of clients, over the years.
He loved the outdoors and in latter times, he and his wife spent most holidays exploring such dark and dangerous places as Wales and even that other place, Scotland.
Now I think of it, he even braved Ireland ( tho that was on a jolly at the expense of Essilor.. )
In December2013, he went exploring again, this time driving around Europe, with his wife as always.
He wasn’t long into his trip when he suffered a seizure. Then he had another.
Optimistically, they hoped it was ‘only’ epilepsy and he was flown back to Britain for tests.
Those that know about these matters will tell you that it looked bad from the start, that it’s unusual for a male in his 40’s to become epileptic. Personally I very much feared the worst, having consulted medical friends at length.
Conversely, Selcuk never gave up, never once mentioned dying, always talked about ‘once he was better’ and his next holiday.
He embarked on chemo and radiotherapy, after his first major brain tumour excision in Feb 2015. This at first seemed to work, to a degree, halting the regrowth of his aggressive tumour.
Selcuk decided to visit his family in Turkey in the Summer of 2015.. He hadn’t been home in years ( the authorities had labelled him a draft- dodger, as he’d refused to do National Service with the Turkish Army – on pacifist grounds – and he would have been arrested at the border. Latterly they ‘forgave’ him and allowed him home )
Whilst in Turkey, his immune system flattened, he contracted an unspecified infection, meaning that he had to stop taking his anti cancer drugs. This led to a drastic resurgence of his tumour.
In the event the suspicion was that his body had harboured Lyme’s Disease ( as is really not uncommon now – caught from a tic, somewhere on his travels – probably Scotland, the family think – another reason not to go there ..)
This proved to be a further ( and possibly the final ) nail in his coffin. Already immuno-suppressed and up against it, his body couldn’t fight, the tumour rapidly regaining its original size.
In November I saw Sel at Charing Cross hospital. At that point, he was unsteady on his feet, had lost 20 pounds, most of his hair, his left eyelid had closed and he’d lost all spark. He looked 20 years older.
He still spoke ( unrealistically ) about his total recovery.
I saw him last week. Irfan ( who is reading this out ) and I ( plus an old friend and colleague, Sheila ) went to visit his home.
Sel was now completely bed ridden, paralysed down his right side and unable to speak at all. He could move his lips, but no sound came out.
He could no longer swallow, and was not being fed in any way, only being hydrated by injection and given large volumes of anti seizure drugs and pain killers.
The Lord only knows to what extent he was able to think, but his family believed that he could understand my last words to him – words of friendship and devotion and humanity.
As I am now paralysed myself, I could not go upstairs to see him, so I Selcuk could only see and hear me via an iPad, held by Irfan.
It was the saddest thing I’ve ever done thus far, yet also the best thing I’ve ever done.
Within 4 days, Selcuk had died, there in that bed. Mostly he was asleep the last month or so, unable to converse at all since New Year’s Eve.
All of us that knew him well are devastated at the rapidity that this fine man was snatched away from us.
He is a loss to the world of old fashioned decency and honour, a description that I keep coming back to.
To further add to this tragic occurrence, as Selcuk and Christy had just moved to a larger house ( wishing to start a family ) and needed to renew their mortgage, Selcuk was obliged to inform the mortgage company of his medical condition. The life insurance company promptly dropped him like a hot stone. As a consequence, his debts will remain debts and his widow will have to find a way to deal with them.
It was Selcuk’s dying wish that he be buried next to his mother in Turkey.
There is a cost involved in transporting a coffin many thousands of miles.
Can I propose that those generous enough to want to help, put something in the hat that I will leave here during the break, so that we directors can help with this.
Thanks for listening. Please take a moment to quietly reflect on Selcuk, and also on the sheer fragility and wonder of good health itself, that is so easily, and incorrectly, taken for granted.
Russ Dawkins ( Sel’s business partner and buddy )
I hope soon to organise a gathering for those that would like to celebrate Selcuk’s life )
My good friend, who shall remain nameless ( Roy
Merritt ) sent me this text:
Seen your log, seems you’ve had a bad patch. Hope to cheer you up a bit at breakfast tomorrow 😉 where shall we go?
He maintains that it was an ‘ innocent autocorrect spelling mistake ‘
How could he make a joke about something so awful ?
( by mistake ) I’ve accidentally inserted a picture of the comic genius himself.
This morning at about 8 am, while Dani was asleep beside me, I realised that I’d crapped myself / shit myself/ had an accident.
I get no pleasure writing about this. How could I possibly? Dani was asleep and I was lying in my own shit/ excrement/ crap/ whatever you prefer to call it.
I can’t feel anything ( other than shame/ helplessness/ humiliation/ horror/embarrassment )
I had a choice – to lie there / to wake Dani and give her the good news. To wake to that task, that task being to clean up an adult man who has done what in ‘normal circumstances ‘ what a helpless baby would do , is not exactly a good start to the weekend ..
After half an hour or so I thought it was reasonable ( ish ) to wake her and ask for some assistance.
There followed what every mum would be familiar with, but with a very, very large baby.
Dani expressed far less horror than that which I felt inside
I can’t say that there are any upsides to this presently incurable injury. I have gone through the day feeling humiliated/ irrelevant/ impotent/ suicidal .
Later on I helped a colleague by ‘ mystery shopping ‘ his business, posing as a customer,and detailing my ‘ customer journey’
This is the reality of my world. I wonder, pre injury, whether I ( or you reading this ) would have been able to ‘ pick myself up and carry on with my day’, after that ‘shitty’ start?
As usual in these ‘uncomfortable ‘ posts, I expect no one to leave a comment, it being a lot easier not to.
When my partner died yesterday, I wrote ( emailed / texted ) to all of my staff and a lot of ‘colleagues ‘ about Selcuk. I got barely a response of any kind, it being ‘easier’ not to.
Is that normal or cowardly, I really don’t know any more … To me, addressing pain is now normal and I’m guilty of applying my own new personal rules to others ( which I am told that I cannot )
I still do though, but I expect no one to ‘stand up and say something’ on this site.
Why would they? I have no idea who reads this stuff that I post, so there’s no pressure on anyone to…
I used to look people in the eye as I rolled along.
Not so long ago I used to look people in the eye as I walked tall.
Now I look at the ground.
I’ve lost so much of me that I doubt the little I have left is worth much. I seem to get so little credit for what I can do, yet am aware that I take so much of, or am told that I do, that overall if I were a country I’d be bankrupt and deep in recession.
I can’t undo mistakes that I have made in the past, how can anyone, fully? For my part, I have forgiven those that have wronged me, and can only hope for the same in return.
As my Nan used to say – you’ll miss me when I’m gone.