Corissa Enneking / fatgirlflow and Juliana "J" Aprileo / comfyfattravels - Delusional fat-acceptance lesbian couple, junk-food addicts with expensive taste, denied a mortgage due to excessive Doordash ordering

[toilet_rainbow]

Corissa's memorial post reminds me of this family member that no one had talked to that years that posted on my dad's memorial page about how he was the best brother in law ever and how she would miss him so much. It was very awkward. Corissa was in the man's life longer, but it gives off the same "why the fuck are you doing this, you didn't know this man" energy. I think using the same picture as Juliana didn't help.

As for Steve, I'm relieved that he's finally no longer in pain. Fuck Coco and J for being more concerned about hauls and shit while Steve was barely cold. Their priorities were already fucked, but holy shit. A man you claim to be like a dad to you died, and you're showing off your junk?

That "Steve delayed hospice so Patti didn't get to his drugs" theory is so sad, too. Just a shit situation all around.

 

[LonesomeDud]

It shows insight into the real Corissa. Needs a social media break when KF cracks one too many fat jokes, but not for a man she likened to a second father.

Spoiler: I don't say this often, but when I do, I mean it.

What a bitch.

 

[GenociderSyo]

It's okay J must be doing good she's posting about the shop that sells naked fat trans candles, plant holders, etc.

 

[LonesomeDud]

It's okay J must be doing good she's posting about the shop that sells naked fat trans candles, plant holders, etc.
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I don't feel much more kindly toward J.

They should both be stoned to death with stale snack cakes. It would be a mercy.

 

[Angry New Ager]

I'm trying to be generous and reserve judgment on who did or didn't do what. For all we know, Steve insisted upon fighting the cancer to the bitter, shitty end because Patti's fragile and he loved her and didn't want to leave her alone. Maybe he was the one who refused hospice—my old man did until my sibling was able to convince him that handling pain management would be easiest that way, and that he could quit it when he went into remission; he was in total denial of his inevitable death right up to the end, which was a pretty staggering feat of reality avoidance.

The decision-making surrounding cancer-treatment, when to cease seeking treatment, end-of-life care is ultimately the patient's, and if they're incapable of making their wishes known, their spouse's, or whoever has been legally designated to make those decisions. Family will have opinions, of course, but no actual power to force anything. So I don't think prolonging futile treatment, or refusing hospice until the very end, can be pinned on Juliana, or Corissa—that was up to Steve, and at the end, probably Patti.

Where I am going to swipe at these two cows, however, is their behavior on social media following his death, which doesn't come across as remotely caring. The proper response? Let everybody know he'd died, thank everyone who lent their support through the GoFundMe, and take a couple of days off social media to help Patti with whatever she needs right now (because there is so much shit to deal with when anybody dies, and grief just makes it all the harder). If there's sponsored content in the queue that's scheduled to post, delay it for a couple of days—she's dealing with smaller vendors, not giant, faceless corporations, and yes, they will usually understand.

But they couldn't even do that much. They didn't care to. Which says it all.

It sounds like wherever Patti and Steve have been living, they've made friends, and I hope those friends step up for Patti in the days and weeks and months to come, because she's going to need it, and her empathy-deficient Narcissistic lardass daughter sure as hell isn't up for it—on any level.

 

[FarmVille]

I mean he had a hand in raising J into the adult she is now, how great of a dad could he have been?

 

[Pudgy Bear Claws]

I mean he had a hand in raising J into the adult she is now, how great of a dad could he have been?

Excellent point made.

 

[glass_houses]

I mean he had a hand in raising J into the adult she is now, how great of a dad could he have been?

Steve was her stepfather, not her father. Her biological father was never in the picture as far as I remember. It's never been made explicitly clear when Steve and Patty got together, but my feeling is that it was after Juliana became an adult.

 

[Sparkling Yuzu]

As I learned at the end with my grandmother, there are kinds of cancer and complications that even giant doses of morphine can't touch.

What about fentanyl, benzos and ketamine?

 

[toilet_rainbow]

The proper response? Let everybody know he'd died, thank everyone who lent their support through the GoFundMe, and take a couple of days off social media to help Patti with whatever she needs right now (because there is so much shit to deal with when anybody dies, and grief just makes it all the harder).

In my experience, the hardest part of the grieving process every single time has been sorting through the deceased's possessions. Most of Steve's stuff will have to be donated or even trashed. I cannot picture Corissa or Juliana helping with that tortuous task when Juliana couldn't even help with simple cleaning or repairs in her own home years ago. And if they do, it might be similar to how Jude Valentin reacted to going through her mom's things: be excited about her old Yu Gi Oh cards that were also in the storage unit. If Patti has friends, she definitely needs to be counting on them more than her daughter or Corissa. How they have been acting is so telling at how little of a shit either of them give about the situation at hand.

 

[iSaidShhh]

What about fentanyl, benzos and ketamine?

PL under spoiler, just a personal observation.

Spoiler: Spoiler

My dad was diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer that had metastasized to various bones (sacrum, spine, ribs, and pelvis when they found it) and had just begun to metastasize to his bladder. They started talking about palliative care the first night of his long oncology ward stay, and he just refused to consider that this was something he wouldn't get better from. He went through chemo, radiation, Lupron shots, and lived for two and a half years after his initial diagnosis.

He shouldn't have. He should have immediately gone on in-home hospice, like my sibling and I (too gently) advocated for, instead of trying to fight it. I won't go into more details because it fucking hurts to think about, but by the last three months, even fentanyl couldn't touch what the cancer was doing to him, because it was eating him alive. Benzos helped him not think about it, but the pain was still there, constantly. (Never tried or got offered ketamine, although I imagine it was something he dabbled in recreationally at one point or another pre-dying.) The hospice nurses were very liberal with the painkillers, and in my professional experience it's very likely that they've contributed to a surviving family member's addiction, but if it's that or let someone slowly die in absolute agony, I'd rather Raylene have a few more hydros to put up her nose after they're gone.

Anyway. Get your fucking prostates checked, kiwibros. My dad let his health go in a lot of ways before that and this could have been prevented at basically any turn with basic upkeep, but it's so important.

 

[Sparkling Yuzu]

PL under spoiler, just a personal observation.

Spoiler: Spoiler

My dad was diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer that had metastasized to various bones (sacrum, spine, ribs, and pelvis when they found it) and had just begun to metastasize to his bladder. They started talking about palliative care the first night of his long oncology ward stay, and he just refused to consider that this was something he wouldn't get better from. He went through chemo, radiation, Lupron shots, and lived for two and a half years after his initial diagnosis.

He shouldn't have. He should have immediately gone on in-home hospice, like my sibling and I (too gently) advocated for, instead of trying to fight it. I won't go into more details because it fucking hurts to think about, but by the last three months, even fentanyl couldn't touch what the cancer was doing to him, because it was eating him alive. Benzos helped him not think about it, but the pain was still there, constantly. (Never tried or got offered ketamine, although I imagine it was something he dabbled in recreationally at one point or another pre-dying.) The hospice nurses were very liberal with the painkillers, and in my professional experience it's very likely that they've contributed to a surviving family member's addiction, but if it's that or let someone slowly die in absolute agony, I'd rather Raylene have a few more hydros to put up her nose after they're gone.

Anyway. Get your fucking prostates checked, kiwibros. My dad let his health go in a lot of ways before that and this could have been prevented at basically any turn with basic upkeep, but it's so important.

That's awful, I'm so sorry. It's brutal. My grandma tried surgery and radiation for her melanoma bc she wanted to be with us longer but it did no good and she was prepared with a DNR and had palliative care for the months leading up to her death, in the comfort of her own home. She seemed to accept she had little time and just wanted to spend it with her family.
I think the morphine did help her and I'm not sure if she got fent or not. It must have been terrifying when even fetanyl didn't touch your dad's pain! My aunt learned from the nurse how to inject morphine for her.
She only went to the hospital the last few days bc the hospital said she should go there so they can control the bleeding. Apparently dying of melanoma causes crazy hemorrhaging and they wanted to control it in the hospital. She wanted to stay home to die but then the hospital said she would traumatize her family, that was all it took to convince her.
I don't think ketamine is that common in hospice yet but starting to be used more bc it makes you dissociate so you will not feel "connected" to the pain, if that makes any sense.

 

[glass_houses]

What about fentanyl, benzos and ketamine?

Can't speak about ketamine and benzos, but when I was on fentanyl, it really only reduced the pain enough so I could pass out. When I was awake I was very aware of how much pain I was in, every second of it. I'm not sure how much they gave me but I was mostly unconscious for at least three days. I was told that fentanyl was an awesome high. I just wished someone would kindly slip me something that actually worked, like a huge dose of cyanide or arsenic.

 

[Pudgy Bear Claws]

What about fentanyl, benzos and ketamine?

Sadly, not for my grandmother. She never went to hospice but did have round the clock nursing at home. She'd get her cocktail of meds, sleep for an hour and wake up sobbing. Her final month was a nightmare of trying to get her comfortable enough that the rest of us who were sitting with her weren't traumatized (no spoiler, we were).

 

[MirnaMinkoff]

There are just so many things they could have done for Steve and Patti. Steve likes poker? Amuse dying, senile Steve for an afternoon "playing poker" and let him win a few hands. He wishes he'd always had grandchild? Pack him and the wheelchair up to the park on a weekend and let him watch the kids play at the splash park. Rub his feet and ask him about the good old days while Patti takes a shower. So many high and low effort opportunities were lost and now he's dead.

I wish there was something more KF could have done for Steve.

I'm also going to read that as "regret he didn't have kids" too, but couldn't say that because he has to pretend the giant flesh blob is "his kid." I mean besides J no other kids have been mentioned so I'm assuming he had none.

I think if I had wanted kids, but never had any, going to a park to watch them play would just deepen the sadness. Maybe I'm wrong? Kids are fun to watch but I can't imagine watching them along with some deep regret I never had any of my own, that seems brutal.

 

[LonesomeDud]

I'm also going to read that as "regret he didn't have kids" too, but couldn't say that because he has to pretend the giant flesh blob is "his kid." I mean besides J no other kids have been mentioned so I'm assuming he had none.

I think if I had wanted kids, but never had any, going to a park to watch them play would just deepen the sadness. Maybe I'm wrong? Kids are fun to watch but I can't imagine watching them along with some deep regret I never had any of my own, that seems brutal.

That's interesting. Seeing kids play at the park is something that's always brought me peace and a great sense of hope for the future, but I can see your point.

It's maybe a more personal form of comfort than you get from the Notre Dame: It has stood for hundreds of years, and regardless of our deaths and failures, it will continue to stand. It's the same with humanity. Whether or not I have biological children, there will be more generations, and they will be spectacular. It was a huge comfort when I was single.

 

[Angry New Ager]

My dad was diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer that had metastasized to various bones (sacrum, spine, ribs, and pelvis when they found it) and had just begun to metastasize to his bladder. They started talking about palliative care the first night of his long oncology ward stay, and he just refused to consider that this was something he wouldn't get better from. He went through chemo, radiation, Lupron shots, and lived for two and a half years after his initial diagnosis

This was exactly the way my father went, only it took him 14 months to die, and had metastatized into his brain at the end. I can't imagine 2-1/2 years of that. And yes, he'd been told from the moment he was diagnosed that he needed to get his affairs in order and get in touch with hospice, but he refused.

My mom, on the other hand, had advanced ovarian cancer, plus kidney failure; she refused treatment and opted for MAID. She got to die at home, with all of her kids there, and she didn't hesitate when it came time to take the third drug cocktail that actually kills you—the last month of her life was hard enough, and she was ready to go. Still, it was the bravest fucking thing I've ever seen anybody do.

 

[HamFan]

I'll just throw out there that I don't think their social media memorials are all that bad. TBF, can't you pre-schedule posts (explaining the usual bs content)? Either way, they posted news of his death the next day, which does suggest that they were with him/family/mourning. It's not like J made a post from the hospital hallway, "Steve just died, y'all! Make sure to hit up GFM! [wipes nonexistent tear]"

Not that I don't expect a fresh GFM beg soon.

Good thing Steve died just in time for fat camp! Truly, I'm glad he's at peace. But you know J and C are also glad that potential setback is out of the way.

 

[deputydogshit2.0]

The last page or so has been a really tough read.
I’m so sorry to all of you who watched loved ones in extreme pain.

I hope they (and you) have found peace and comfort.

 

[GenociderSyo]

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