Following this we can discuss the dates for you to visit the doctor, and then we can discuss a subsequent or deferred appointment for your accompanied suicide.
If you still have any unanswered questions, please do not hesitate to contact us in writing or by telephone to resolve them.
Yours sincerely
Beatrice Bucher
From: Craig Schonegevel
To: Brian Gilbertson
Sent: Tuesday, 23 June 2009 3:33 PM
Subject: cocktail
Hello Uncle B
I thought of you earlier. Let me explain.
PE has once again opened a five-star hotel, the Radisson Blu. I went there today for a cappuccino (a skinny decaf I may add). Not quite up to the drink of champions, Americano, as my Godfather drinks!
Anyway, while waiting I looked through their cocktail menu. Then I saw it! The drink that I will have the evening before I fly to Zurich. Some may go for a grand meal but since I have been on liquids for the past eight weeks I shall have a grand drink! Which will knock me for a six, as I no longer have my glass of red in the evening since being further “hammered” with my health over the last few years.
Its name – Call Me a Cab – looks well deserved from the long list of ingredients.
You are loved
Craig
From: Craig Schonegevel
To: George Irvine
Sent: Wednesday, 24 June 2009 12:51 PM
Subject: hello
George, I just want you to know that you are all that I imagine God to be.
Love
Craig
From: George Irvine
To: Craig Schonegevel
Sent: Wednesday, 24 June 2009 4:12 PM
Subject: Re: hello
Craig, thank you. Like yourself, I am a fallible human being. George
From: Lyn Dickason
To: Craig Schonegevel
Sent: Wednesday, 15 July 2009 6:03 PM
Subject: A verse
Dear Craig
With no electricity most of this morning it was great to receive an SMS from you.
With so much on my mind I took the liberty to do what I enjoy most and that is writing some verse, this time about you. I hope you don’t mind but if you do then anyway Uncle Pete has seen it and no one else, so if you dislike it then there is no harm done. Here it is:
“My Heart Is Young”
Within me is a young man’s heart
With longings wild and free
Adventure calls out to my feet
Yet is denied to me!
Careers, ambition, partnerships
My mind calls out for these,
I start, I falter and fall away
Will someone tell me please –
Why me?
My youth was marred with doctors’ calls
With hospitals and ops
And somehow as I grew
Ill health never stopped
My parents’ stress was obvious,
Their love unending, kind,
Their search for a solution
Was one they couldn’t find.
The fibroids grew and grew,
Their dominance was all,
My life became a living hell
All ambition had to fall.
Now my days are heavy,
My nights are long, alone,
My soul despairs of life itself,
My mind feels old age grown.
And yet I have a young heart,
A young man’s love unfilled,
I wish to call it all to stop
My here forever stilled.
My hope lies in a distant land,
With doctors kind and sure,
Their liquid that will lull to sleep
And life will be no more.
So, when you hear my story
No censure put on me
For until in my shoes you walk,
You do not walk with me.
So wish me peace and endless sleep,
Wish me hope and love,
Wish me safe in heavens’ arms
Forever blessed above.
Love
LynD
From: Craig Schonegevel
To: Lyn Dickason
Sent: 15 July 2009 07:59 PM
Subject: Re: A verse
Aunt Lyn
That is sooo beautiful. You are so talented! You really, really have a heart that talks and is able to show such empathy (something so very rare). It has touched my heart and forever will.
I love you
C
From: Lyn Dickason
To: Craig Schonegevel
Sent: Friday, 17 July 2009 2:58 PM
Subject: Fibromas
Tell me how did you discover the new fibromas on your back? Did they hurt, could you just feel them or what? Generally do they hurt, itch, impede or how do they make their presence felt?
Thinking of you,
Love,
Lyn
From: Craig Schonegevel
To: Lyn Dickason
Sent: Friday, 17 July 2009 4:05 PM
Subject: Re: Fibromas
Aunt Lyn
I think you will be amazed when you see the photos. They are so clearly seen with the correct lighting I have well over 100 on me. With my head shaven you can see the big one (the size of a tennis ball) that makes my head look strange. All fibromas grow on nerve ends. They are only removed if they are malignant which is seldom the case, cause severe cosmetic problems or pain… like the one on the back of my head next to the brain-tumour scar.
It was so big I couldn’t even lie with my head on a pillow (on my back position) or the one on my foot, which prevented a normal closed shoe from fitting on it (since it was removed, a new one has started to grow on the same nerve, it’s not too big yet).
The thing is, as you know, some nerves are more important than others… like the ulna nerve where the squash-ball size one is on my upper arm. I have a LOT on the lower arms and wrist but some are very small. The book about my life will show well the contrast between the clothed Craig and Craig in underwear. Those on my spine and hips are average sized and can only be felt when they are touched by say a shift in lying position in bed. The arm is another story. It causes lots of tightness in my biceps, triceps and at times gives me pins and needles in my fingers. When I take off my shirt or it hooks, or I can feel it when I am soaping myself in the shower. Folding my arms I can feel a sort of electric shock in the whole arm right into the fingers.
love
C
From: Craig Schonegevel
To: Michael
