Chrissy Newman

13.02.54 - 21.08.10


56 years young

 

Chrissy's journey started on this earth in Portsmouth England. 56yrs ago


As a small girl she travelled around the world with her parents, as her Dad was a British Navel officer.
She was schooled in Malta aged 4-6yrs. and also some of her high school in Canada, the rest in England.
Married to Mark, her first husband, then travelling to Australia in 1980.
Divorced after 16yrs and then meeting and falling in love with Jeff Newman. Who some of you know as a stage 4 Kidney cancer survivor.
Chrissy got involved with research into Kidney cancer, as there was very little material out there in 1996, when Jeff was first diagnosed.
She also set up chat groups, forums and helped out with the development of this web page with Jeff.

Ironically Chrissy started her own journey with Cancer in June 2008. Esophageal Cancer stage 3 with lymph node involvement (Adenocarcinoma of the GE junction) subtype signet ring.
After her 8 hour operation, to remove ½ of her stomach and ½ of her esophagus.
Stomach cut lengthwise to form a sausage shape, as it will be in the chest wall cavity. (Iva-lewis operation)
Chrissy spent 2 weeks in ICU as the join developed a small leak which could have been life threatening.
Stomach drained every 2 hours through a NG tube until the leak was healed. She spent another 2 weeks in ACU until her discharge.
Chrissy underwent Chemo but could only manage 3 of the 6 cycles as she was to ill to continue.

Chrissy still never faltered in her devotion and looking after Jeff and to the rest of the online community.
Also helped out with running an animal shelter web page, for which she and Jeff developed.

Chrissy’s cancer had a recurrence in June 2010. and was very aggressive.
This wonderful woman was very brave and courageous right up to her passing, on Australia’s election day 21st August 2010

Been with Jeff for 18yrs. Soul mates, fighters, will be sorely and sadly missed by many many people around this world.

To my darling wife, goodbye my sweetheart, we will reunite again in the heavens

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Mary Frye (1932)

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!