By Don CarrollBy Don Carroll
Not only the cancer had become more aggressive, so did he. I weighed over 200 lbs and he was 10 times stronger than me. He couldn't talk anymore, so he wrote everything down in french of course.
He had an electronic voice machine to speak with and he was calling his family in Quebec and charging it to my phone bill. I had to change my number. 
1982-
Gaston was admitted to the hospital for reconstruction of the right side of his neck. He was in surgery for over 5 hours. He spent 3 weeks there, then came home awaiting for the second surgery.
I was only 34 yrs old and I already had arthritis, specially in my lower back. On top of my right foot I had a big hard lump, and some days I could barely walk, it hurt so bad.
I went to see an orthopedist and he
told me that the lump was from when I got stomped on the foot, a while back. I had to be admitted
in the hospital, to get it removed before it got
any bigger. I was in the hospital for 2-3 days. I had to wear a foot brace and use crutches for 6 weeks.
His physician told me that he'd be lucky if he lived another 6 months, because he had an extremely aggressive carcinoma and he needed to be told about it soon.
I was there when the doctor told him, and like I suspected, he wouldn't accept it. I was now his
nurse, because he wouldn't let the nurses touch
him, and his translator because he could not
write in english.
I had to be at the hospital almost all day. He begged the doctor to
do something, anything that might get rid of it.
After a few weeks, the doctor ordered more
chemotherapy to try to slow down the growth of
the tumors. He lost so much weight, he went from 120 lbs. to 90 lbs.
When he went to the bars, they knew what his favorite drinks were so they'd get it ready as soon as he'd walk in. (double shot of whiskey and a bottle of beer).
He had a clipboard that the hospital
gave him, and when he wanted to cuss at the kids
and call them all the dirty names in the book,
he'd write it down and if I didn't translate
every word of it to the kids, he'd hit me over the head with the clipboard.
As she got out of her car, he
dropped the 2X4 and headed toward her car. She
was scared of him, because she was standing
behind her car door. He slammed the door on her
and she got in her car. He came back at me while
she sat there and watched.
When the deputy sheriff arrived, he ran in the house. The deputy, policewoman and I followed him in. They tried to restrain him and he started throwing pieces of firewood at them. They couldn't cuff him so they called in for reinforcement. It took 5 deputies to put the cuffs on him. He spent 3 days in jail, went to court and told the judge (same one that married us) that my oldest daughter (17) and I were bigger than he was and that we beat him up all the time. The judge must have believed him, because he let him go free. 
Was he mad when he got out of there. I
had to put a restraining order on him. He moved
in with some mutual friends. He swore to me that
he would come and burn the house down when we
were asleep. Chantal and I took turns watching
the house. Every time his car would come down the road, we would get our shoes on and coats ready,
in case he stopped. He would drive real slow in
front of the house, I'm sure to scare us, and he
did. I knew how insane he was.
