Help the Framptons
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Justin Frampton is an awesome guy. He's funny, smart, crass, and crude. He loves his badass engineer feminist wife, his crazy chicken-nugget-eating toddler, and his brand new baby that's not even born yet. He's like any young dad. He goes to work, comes home, posts something funny on Facebook, plays PlayStation, listens to music and goes to bed. He's just like my husband. He's just like me. Maybe he's a bit like you too.
On February 10, Justin went to emerg with what he thought was a pinched nerve in his right arm. While he was waiting he got really confused. Then he had a seizure. While he was out they did a CAT scan and found out that he had 5 tumours in the left side of his brain, which controls the right side of his body. They were able to remove one and do a biopsy. Being his positive, shithead self, he said a bunch of optimistic, 'don't worry it's all good' kind of statements, followed by "I just got a cool scar and a shitty haircut."
The results are in. He has glioblastoma. It's not good. He is undergoing some really intense chemo and radiation and is doing a pretty awesome job at staying optimistic and staying interested in his friends and their lives.... And we all really appreciate that. But the man is really sick. The remaining tumours are diminishing the function on the right side of his body, leaving him unable to properly walk, use his hand, or care for his son. Certainly not work. Certainly not help his wife get ready for their soon-due new baby. And they need our help. And we should help. Because he is just like us, he didn't cause this, and it could happen to any one of us.
He's a good person with a good life and a sweet little family, and they deserve to be able to focus on healing, and bringing their new baby into the world, and not financial stress. So please, give a few dollars. Or one dollar. Or five cents. Everything you give helps. And you know what... If this were happening to you, he would help you. Because he's a sweetheart, and he would help anyone who needed it. He has helped out lots of friends over the years. Hopefully he will get through this horrible ordeal, and will be back to helping out his friends and talking shit it no time.
Here's what his best pal Terry has to say about him.
"I’ve been friends with Justin Frampton since we were 4 or 5. Our moms sang together in the choir at St Kevin’s in the Goulds. Justin has NEVER done anything that betrayed my trust, hurt my feelings or otherwise made me think of him as anything less than a great friend and even though we’re the same age, a role model of sorts. Justin is just one of those people who instantly makes you feel comfortable. He is friends with everyone. He loves people. He’s always been different. He always blazed his own trail, and he never gave a damn whether it was cool with everyone else. He owns his shit. There’s not a goddamn thing about Justin’s personality that he doesn’t completely admit to and completely own. He likes what he likes, he hates what he hates, and if that’s not your jam, that’s totally fine with him. And I think it’s that attitude that makes him so affable, that allows him to make everyone comfortable. Because if he accepts himself like that, then maybe so should you. He also, totally accepts you, whoever you are. He’s a funny motherfucker too. I’ve laughed with and at Justin more than with or at any other person in my 34 years. Perhaps our senses of humor were molded together during those formative years, I don’t know. But I know that there’s no other person I’ve ever met that I feel like I can be totally uncensored with, about any subject, at absolutely anytime. Justin is my best friend. I love him. Let’s all try to help he and Joan out during this really tough time."
On February 10, Justin went to emerg with what he thought was a pinched nerve in his right arm. While he was waiting he got really confused. Then he had a seizure. While he was out they did a CAT scan and found out that he had 5 tumours in the left side of his brain, which controls the right side of his body. They were able to remove one and do a biopsy. Being his positive, shithead self, he said a bunch of optimistic, 'don't worry it's all good' kind of statements, followed by "I just got a cool scar and a shitty haircut."
The results are in. He has glioblastoma. It's not good. He is undergoing some really intense chemo and radiation and is doing a pretty awesome job at staying optimistic and staying interested in his friends and their lives.... And we all really appreciate that. But the man is really sick. The remaining tumours are diminishing the function on the right side of his body, leaving him unable to properly walk, use his hand, or care for his son. Certainly not work. Certainly not help his wife get ready for their soon-due new baby. And they need our help. And we should help. Because he is just like us, he didn't cause this, and it could happen to any one of us.
He's a good person with a good life and a sweet little family, and they deserve to be able to focus on healing, and bringing their new baby into the world, and not financial stress. So please, give a few dollars. Or one dollar. Or five cents. Everything you give helps. And you know what... If this were happening to you, he would help you. Because he's a sweetheart, and he would help anyone who needed it. He has helped out lots of friends over the years. Hopefully he will get through this horrible ordeal, and will be back to helping out his friends and talking shit it no time.
Here's what his best pal Terry has to say about him.
"I’ve been friends with Justin Frampton since we were 4 or 5. Our moms sang together in the choir at St Kevin’s in the Goulds. Justin has NEVER done anything that betrayed my trust, hurt my feelings or otherwise made me think of him as anything less than a great friend and even though we’re the same age, a role model of sorts. Justin is just one of those people who instantly makes you feel comfortable. He is friends with everyone. He loves people. He’s always been different. He always blazed his own trail, and he never gave a damn whether it was cool with everyone else. He owns his shit. There’s not a goddamn thing about Justin’s personality that he doesn’t completely admit to and completely own. He likes what he likes, he hates what he hates, and if that’s not your jam, that’s totally fine with him. And I think it’s that attitude that makes him so affable, that allows him to make everyone comfortable. Because if he accepts himself like that, then maybe so should you. He also, totally accepts you, whoever you are. He’s a funny motherfucker too. I’ve laughed with and at Justin more than with or at any other person in my 34 years. Perhaps our senses of humor were molded together during those formative years, I don’t know. But I know that there’s no other person I’ve ever met that I feel like I can be totally uncensored with, about any subject, at absolutely anytime. Justin is my best friend. I love him. Let’s all try to help he and Joan out during this really tough time."
Organizer
Natasha Blackwood
Organizer
Goulds, NL
