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2 people near & dear to the Excalibur's night audit team have been struck recently by cancer. My co-auditor Alea just found out her mom has esophageal cancer, & Kelly, our relief auditor, found out she has malignant breast cancer. Alea's not sure of her mom's status & Kelly doesn't know if she's going to be able to keep her breast or not - apparently it's pretty advanced & they're just trying to find out if it's still localized or if it's started to spread. Another woman at the desk has a melanoma that she dug out of her arm herself (I am not too sure about her mental health, either).
In my prayer recently, I asked to be able to heal others as I heal myself... and I asked for a sign. This is not the kind of sign I wanted. I'm hoping this isn't the sign. In my world, signs usually come in three. Everything comes in threes. This isn't a good sign.
The only one I really know much about is Kelly. She's about 45 now. She was working at Smith's & we finally all talked her into retiring from the grocer's union. She'd been working both jobs til last year & she was on the verge of a breakdown. She married a Moroccan Muslim a couple of years ago - that started as a fling while she was married to another man & ended in her divorce & marriage to Abdul. They've had some pretty brutal physical fights that ended when they got legally married. Kelly's always had self-esteem problems & kind of a martyr complex. She also had serious emotional issues w/her mother, & she's been taking care of her mother's boyfriend ever since her mom died - he's diabetic & has other health problems & he's pretty old, too. Kelly's one of those people who continually says, "I'm sorry". She apologizes to everyone for everything. Whenever I'm around her, I am her cheerleader. I try to build her up. Every time she apologizes for something, I tell her, "it's not your fault, you didn't do anything, stop apologizing for everything, it's bugging the crap outta me!", to which she usually replies, "I'm sorry!" She talks continuously, but it's okay because she can multi-task fairly well. I defend her to others & I try to protect her from others when I can. It's a never-ending task because she is a horrible gossip & brings a lot of disapproval down on herself, but there's genuinely no malice in it - her mouth always has to move or her brain might sieze up or something & when she runs out of things to talk about, she starts talking about other people's personal lives. I gossip to my blog, Kelly gossips to everyone who'll stop long enough to listen. I feed her fictitious information about myself to keep her busy... and it's kind of like a game of penguin to see what form it'll take before it gets back to me.
So at any rate, I've got some work to do this morning. Don't know what good it'll do - most things I do backfire & even prayer has suddenly turned deadly. But I guess I asked for it.
In my prayer recently, I asked to be able to heal others as I heal myself... and I asked for a sign. This is not the kind of sign I wanted. I'm hoping this isn't the sign. In my world, signs usually come in three. Everything comes in threes. This isn't a good sign.
The only one I really know much about is Kelly. She's about 45 now. She was working at Smith's & we finally all talked her into retiring from the grocer's union. She'd been working both jobs til last year & she was on the verge of a breakdown. She married a Moroccan Muslim a couple of years ago - that started as a fling while she was married to another man & ended in her divorce & marriage to Abdul. They've had some pretty brutal physical fights that ended when they got legally married. Kelly's always had self-esteem problems & kind of a martyr complex. She also had serious emotional issues w/her mother, & she's been taking care of her mother's boyfriend ever since her mom died - he's diabetic & has other health problems & he's pretty old, too. Kelly's one of those people who continually says, "I'm sorry". She apologizes to everyone for everything. Whenever I'm around her, I am her cheerleader. I try to build her up. Every time she apologizes for something, I tell her, "it's not your fault, you didn't do anything, stop apologizing for everything, it's bugging the crap outta me!", to which she usually replies, "I'm sorry!" She talks continuously, but it's okay because she can multi-task fairly well. I defend her to others & I try to protect her from others when I can. It's a never-ending task because she is a horrible gossip & brings a lot of disapproval down on herself, but there's genuinely no malice in it - her mouth always has to move or her brain might sieze up or something & when she runs out of things to talk about, she starts talking about other people's personal lives. I gossip to my blog, Kelly gossips to everyone who'll stop long enough to listen. I feed her fictitious information about myself to keep her busy... and it's kind of like a game of penguin to see what form it'll take before it gets back to me.
So at any rate, I've got some work to do this morning. Don't know what good it'll do - most things I do backfire & even prayer has suddenly turned deadly. But I guess I asked for it.
