I wrote a 4 star review for Catfish Inn several years ago, and forgot about it, until I saw it when…read moreI came to post this one. About a week and a half ago, I was on the phone with my oldest sister. I didn't realize I was being loud, but I was basically updating her on my prognosis, which is a grade 4 glioblastoma. It's an extremely aggressive form of brain cancer, and I have been given about a year to live.
The waitress overheard me, and when she brought our food, she said our meal was on the house. I was confused at first, before realizing that she heard my conversation. I stood up and hugged her. It was very difficult not to cry. This meant so much to me.
I found out I had a glioma tumor in January. February 7th, I was informed that it was a glioblastoma. Then a week later, I was informed that it was a grade 4. There is no grade 5. Before all of this, I had been taking care of my mom, who passed away last February. After I lost my mom, I have been staying with friends and family, battling depression, extreme anxiety, PTSD, suicidal thoughts, and anger that has plagued me for years.
In the time that I found out about my tumor, I have been shunned by friends I thought would ALWAYS be there for me, thrown out of my relative's house, and just tonight, after finally reaching my other sister and telling her that I am dying, she tells me I'm going to hell. Why? Because I'm not a christian, and don't believe in god. I've lived a good life, and have treated others the way I want to be treated. But my own sister tells me I'm going to hell, because I don't believe in HER god, completely ignoring the fact that there are over four thousand different religions, all believing that THEIRS is the one true religion.
It is unbelievable how "friends" and family can treat you like dirt during the worst possible time in your life, and a complete stranger shows complete, unselfish compassion. If not for my five year old daughter, I would have already committed suicide. It seems as though not three days go by without a family member or someone I thought was my friend says or does something that crushes me inside. I've lost track of the number of so-called friends who told me that we would do something (insert day here), only for that day to come and never hear from them. I even had one "friend" get mad and hang up on me, because I wouldn't tell her where I was staying, so she could come pick me up. She had been drinking, with her husband telling her in the background that she wasn't going anywhere. She started insulting him. I told her to stop insulting her husband because he was right, and she told me to go f**k myself, and hung up.This was AFTER she called, crying and apologizing for avoiding me.
This is supposed to be a review, and I've gone a bit off track. The food and service at Catfish Inn are always excellent. They have a delicious buffet, burgers, and soft serve ice cream. There is nothing I dislike about this restaurant. Small town restaurants have the best food and staff!
I consider myself a strong man, but it almost feels as though nearly everyone I love has turned against me, and it hurts like hell. No, not almost. That is exactly what has happened, and it's sickening. Thank you, Catfish Inn, for showing me sympathy I haven't known from those I considered closest to me. When I told my dad via phone two weeks ago, all he could say was, "Wow. I hate that." then proceeded to talk about how the cost of his Dish Network has increased by $30.00 for the next 20 minutes.
Places like Catfish Inn and the people who work there deserve our complete and utter support. If only for the food alone. But the kindness I was shown that day, especially since I am struggling financially, meant the world to me.
