Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Brave and Inspirational. The man who cut out his own appendix.

This story blew my mind when I read it earlier today.   I guess when one's back is to the wall anything becomes possible, so maybe we'd all rise to the occasion ... I'd like to think so.  This is an incredible tale of an exceptioanal man and I'd ask you to take five minutes out of your day to relax and read it.  This blog has been taken from excerpts from the article by


During an expedition to the Antarctic in 1961, Russian surgeon Leonid Rogozov became seriously ill. He needed an operation - and as the only doctor on the team, he realised he would have to do it himself.


As the polar winter rolled in, 27-year-old Leonid Rogozov started to feel tired, weak and nauseous. Later, a strong pain developed down the ride side of his abdomen.

"Being a surgeon, he had no difficulty in diagnosing acute appendicitis," says his son, Vladislav. "It was a condition he'd operated on many times, and in the civilised world it's a routine operation. But unfortunately he didn't find himself in the civilised world - instead he was in the middle of a polar wasteland."

Rogozov was part of the sixth Soviet Antarctic expedition - a team of 12 had been sent to build a new base at the Schirmacher Oasis.


It was not an easy choice. Rogozov knew his appendix could burst and if that happened, it would almost certainly kill him - and while he considered his options, his symptoms got worse.

"He had to open his own abdomen to take his intestines out," says Vladislav. "He didn't know if that was humanly possible."


"I did not sleep at all last night. It hurts like the devil! A snow storm whipping through my soul, wailing like 100 jackals," he wrote in his diary.




"Still no obvious symptoms that perforation is imminent, but an oppressive feeling of foreboding hangs over me… This is it… I have to think through the only possible way out - to operate on myself… It's almost impossible… but I can't just fold my arms and give up."


He nominated two main assistants to hand him instruments, position the lamp, and hold a mirror - he planned to use the reflection to see what he was doing. The station director was also in the room, in case one of the others became faint.

"He was so systematic he even instructed them what to do if he was losing consciousness - how to inject him with adrenalin and perform artificial ventilation," says Vladislav. "I don't think his preparation could have been better."

A general anaesthetic was out of the question. He was able to administer a local anaesthetic to his abdominal wall but once he had cut through, removing the appendix would have to be done without further pain relief, in order to keep his head as clear as possible.

"My poor assistants! At the last minute I looked over at them. They stood there in their surgical whites, whiter than white themselves," Rogozov wrote later. "I was scared too. But when I picked up the needle with the novocaine and gave myself the first injection, somehow I automatically switched into operating mode, and from that point on I didn't notice anything else."

As he reached the final and hardest part of the operation, he almost lost consciousness. He began to fear he would fail at the final hurdle.

"The bleeding is quite heavy, but I take my time... Opening the peritoneum, I injured the blind gut and had to sew it up," Rogozov wrote. "I grow weaker and weaker, my head starts to spin. Every four to five minutes I rest for 20 - 25 seconds.

"Finally here it is, the cursed appendage! With horror I notice the dark stain at its base. That means just a day longer and it would have burst… My heart seized up and noticeably slowed, my hands felt like rubber. Well, I thought, it's going to end badly and all that was left was removing the appendix."

But he didn't fail. After nearly two hours he had completed the operation, down to the final stitch.


Rogozov returned to his normal duties just two weeks later.

This story has been taken as from excerpts from the article by

Monday, 4 May 2015

Stories like this give me hope ... and we could all do with hope in our lives !!!

What happened when an anti-Semite found he was Jewish?

Three years ago, a Hungarian far-right politician with a strong line in anti-Semitism discovered that he was Jewish. He left his party, and set out on a remarkable personal journey to learn and practise his Jewish faith.


Only seconds before he goes on stage, Csanad Szegedi paces the school corridor like a bear in an unfamiliar forest. Then the headmaster's introduction is over, the pupils who pack the hall are clapping enthusiastically, and the big man is going up the steps, the blood roaring in his ears.

The confidence returns and he plays to the crowd, just as he once did at party rallies, or as a member of the European Parliament.

He comes across a bit like the American singer Johnny Cash. "Hello, I'm Csanad Szegedi." And the schoolchildren of the Piarist Secondary School in Szeged hang on every word.

"I'm speaking to you here today," says the tall chubby faced man, with small, intelligent eyes, "because if someone had told me when I was 16 or 17 what I'm going to go tell you now, I might not have gone so far astray."


As deputy leader of the radical nationalist Jobbik party in Hungary, Szegedi co-founded the Hungarian Guard - a paramilitary formation which marched in uniform through Roma neighbourhoods.

And he blamed the Jews, as well as the Roma, for the ills of Hungarian society - until he found out that he himself was one. After several months of hesitation, during which the party leader even considered keeping him as the party's "tame Jew" as a riposte to accusations of anti-Semitism, he walked out.

Not a man to do things in half-measures, he has now become an Orthodox Jew, has visited Israel, and the concentration camp at Auschwitz which his own grandmother survived.

He discovered that his grandmother wore long-sleeved shirts, or a plaster in summer, to cover the tell-tale concentration camp number tattooed on her arm. As his old personality collapsed, Szegedi performed radical surgery on himself. He even set fire to copies of his own biography, I Believe in the Resurrection of the Hungarian Nation.

Today he speaks to the students without notes, sometimes striding along the stage, sometimes sitting back in a chair, but keeping their attention with a mixture of confessions, family histories, and jokes.

His volte-face seems complete - there are giggles from the girls, awkward squirming from the boys in the audience as he describes his circumcision. Then come the questions.

"Did you know any Jews before you discovered your own Jewish roots? How do you react when you hear anti-Semitism expressed today? Were you a practising Christian before you practised Judaism? Was it hard to break with your party?"

The answers are straightforward.

"Anti-Semitism doesn't need Jews, because its based on false premises. It is the projection of one's own fears, and lack of self esteem." He had a Protestant wedding, but was never christened. Every rupture was hard, but he tried to do it peacefully, and state firmly his own mistakes. And also did his duty to point to the extremism in his old party.



Later, we meet in a Budapest flat in a popular pedestrian street - one of several he rents out. While once he sold far-right paraphernalia, like T-shirts and flags, he's now moved into real estate, with equal success.

It's as though everything he touches turns to gold.

What does he think of the new, more moderate direction, imposed on his former party by leader Gabor Vona? I ask. If Vona succeeds, might he even consider rejoining it, this time as a practising Jew, rather than an anti-Semite?

Szegedi laughs. "Only the BBC would ask me that question!"



"Vona had to turn to the centre. But the party is still full of people who joined it for its radicalism, its nationalism, its extremism. And they don't want anything less now. So there is a limit to how moderate it can become." There is no way back into politics for him, he insists.

Still a patriot, he defends his people from the slur of racism. Hungarian people are not anti-Semitic, although there is an anti-Semitic discourse in society, he says.

In fact, Budapest is a great place to be a Jew in, he beams - with its kosher restaurants, synagogues, and Jewish shops. You can practise your culture, and practise your faith here. You might get funny looks if you wear a kippah - a traditional Jewish skullcap - but you won't be spat on, or physically threatened as you might be in France or Belgium.

"The paradox of Hungarian nationalism," says the man who used to fly its banner, "is that we are proud of our own achievements, but we're not willing to look at those of other peoples. We're afraid their cultures might be as valuable as ours."


A blog for you on a less tolerant position ... I really do wish we could all learn to love each other and live in peace .... Click here .... but if you want something funnier and lighter click below!


And If you'd like something funnier or lighter ???  Click here ;-) 

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Really ... I have some Adolf Hitler in me?

Thank you SRC president Mcebo Dlamini for saying that I have an element of Adolf Hitler in me.
Are you smoking crack?

Or are you just avariciously ambitious?

I'm guessing the second. Only a bottom-feeding wanna be politician would say something this inflammatory whilst we are in the midst of a crisis like xenophobia …. you disgust me with your blatant disregard for those who are suffering because of it.
You are a disgrace and an embarrassement to South Africa and all who live in it.

With all the anger and suffering in the world do we really need hate speech like this?


In my humble opinion you are an attention seeking tool.
(Yes I know highbrow words indeed!)

I look to Baltimore in the US.   I see the riots and anger there, I see a mother protecting her son #Baltimoremom and I salute her.  Here is a mother desperate to protect her child from making a monumental mistake .... and she takes action.  She is to be admired and I wish more parents would follow in her footsteps to end the violence.  Yes there must be an investigation in Baltimore and I believe the truth will out there. 

But while I see people in Baltimore trying to quell the violence I also see others who are revelling in it.

All over the world there are people struggling to make a positive difference.  And then we get some idiot with a big mouth making South Africa look even more racist and xenophobic than it really is.  

This is hate speech, and while I don't know if we have a law here in SA making it illegal ... I think it's about time one was implemented.







Monday, 16 February 2015

Word of the day and the fab answers that came through!

So everyday now on my radio show... oh hang on did I mention I'm a radio dj?  Aaaanyway, I'm now doing two daily features "Word of the Day" and "Today's Teaser".

Yesterday's word was bandoline ... and I LOVED the answers that came up ... so I'm going to share them with you ....

So what is bandoline?  Actually it's a gloopy pomatum to style hair.  

What is pomatum you ask?




pomatum - hairdressing consisting of a perfumed oil or ointment.

So bandoline is a gloopy kind of hair gel !!!



So how about a fun blog on Buying a House?

Monday, 9 February 2015

Your parents must be Boko Haram because you are the bomb!

The world we live in is under seige.  And the world we live in needs our help.  


Trevor Noah was featured on Jon Stewart last week and he was brilliant on the subject ... satire at it's best.


Can you step up to make your voice heard?  

I was asked to do a photo shoot for a magazine last week, the brief was a white shirt of some kind and jeans.  I gave it some thought and decided I'd like to use the opportunity to make a quiet statement on a subject I feel passionately about.  Off I hopped to the shops, bought a white T, and some fabric paint and this is the result.


I dare you to do the same on something YOU feel strongly about that will make the world a better place ... 

If you do create T shirts or anything else I WILL feature them on a blog so you can show them off.

So go on ... I challenge you ... go make that T shirt and wear it with pride. 


When I finally wore mine out the other day, I've never been so stared at in my life!  

Almost everyone in the shopping centre stared and read the T, and I even got a few compliments on it with people asking where they could get one!  So yes you CAN make a difference .. let's do it together .....


And on a lighter note ... fun with one of my most embarrassing moments EVER!


 another fun blog ....


and a fun-ish blog on buying a house!

Monday, 12 January 2015

Good things DO come to those who wait !

I'm more excited than a cardinal in a conclave, a bride on her wedding night or a dog with a chop ... hell a dog in party hat with a whole rack of chops, rump steak and all the meat he can eat!

My car sponsorship HAS come through ... and it's not for a car, it's an orgasm on wheels.

Driving this little slice of heaven you feel the freedom of space with the top down ... and damn ... you know you look sexy.  


Face it,  both you and I know that someone with the face of a haddock looks sexy in a convertible.  You also know that everyone else driving along side that person is jealous as hell. 

Why do I know this?  

Because everytime I see someone in a convertible I'M JEALOUS AS HELL !!!

And now I get to be one of the 'beautiful people'.... bye bye haddock-face.

Now the most pressing question I have is .... which hat will go best with the car? 


No really, it's an important choice.  A hat is crucial for a cabriolet in SA with our baking sun since I want to drive topless as often as possible.


And yes I may even put the roof down sometimes too!



Thank you Bruce at Audi Centre Fourways ... am soooo excited ... can't wait to get my new baby ... and hey if you're in the area (near Fourways Crossing) go take one for a test drive, you deserve it and it will knock your socks off, your sandals or your stilettos  ;-)


And for more car fun .... click here!